Midnight Manor Laundry Room; Wednesday Morning

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It was laundry day! In fact, it was kinda sorta mountains of laundry day, because Harley had been neglecting doing that sort of thing for a li'l bit here, opting instead to just steal new stuff to wear. But there came the day where even the clown princess of crime was going to opt for just hauling an overflowing hamper of dirty clothes over to her nearest laundry place. Hey, Midnight was a lot of things, and for Harley, that thing happened to be a laundromat!

So there she was, hogging nearly all of the machines, about to probably leave at least one all clogged up with loose sequins and/or feathers and other blingy accoutrements of stuff that maybe shoulda been hand washed instead.

Also she had a boom box that was blasting Cyndi Lauper. Sorry/you're welcome?

(it's been too long without a Midnight laundry post. open!)

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Wednesdays were an in between area for Marc and Steven. Steven and Watts had date night even if that didn't always get played out so the day itself tended to be a transition from Marc to him in terms of who was doing more stuff with the body.

Steven might've gone down into the laundry room to say hi to whoever was around. But hearing the music meant a suspicion on who was there. To which Steven promptly relinquished any claim or desire to have the body until it was time for him and Watts later, thank you.

So it was a Marc who eventually wandered downstairs to confirm that it was, indeed, Harley.

"Hey," he said.

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Harley could've made it even more obvious by belting along to the tape - yes, it was a tape, she'd found the boom box in her store earlier! - but perhaps it was a blessing for anyone within earshot that she hadn't.

She whirred around at the sound of his voice, grin immediately going full wattage. "Marc! Hi! Fancy meetin' you here."

Did she make this same joke every time? Probably, but who cares!

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"Look who the cat dragged in," Marc said. He didn't do high wattage so, yanno.

Also Raphael would never.

"You okay?" Marc asked.

Did he have reasons for asking that? Yes. Was he going to bust out with those at first go? Please, we've all met him by now.

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"Huh, me?" Harley asked, swanning her way over to him. "I'm splendid!"

She tapped the middle of his chest with a single finger.

"'Cause there you are."

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Marc gave her a wry look. "Setting your sights high, huh?"

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Harley didn't miss a beat in raising her hand higher, as if she was measuring his height.

"Enh, you're not that tall." She shook her head, unrepentant with her smirk. "So the sights, they ain't gotta be all that high."

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"Funny," Marc said. He put his hands on her hips. To check out that she was okay, obviously. "No weird shit this weekend?"

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"Not a single bit!" Harley confirmed, sliding her arms over his shoulders. She had no excuse, she simply wanted to do it. "Why, was there something I missed?"

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"People turning into shit," Marc said. Which didn't narrow it down much for Fandom but that was Marc and details for you.

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"Into shit?" Harley asked, her head tilting all quizzically. "Literally or not? 'Cause it makes a big difference."

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"Different versions of themselves," Marc said. Which again did not narrow it down for Fandom at all.

"Like when you were a doll."

That might be more helpful.

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Harley still took a moment to figure it out - and then she made first an 'oh!' face, then a sort of wobbly, touched one.

"Oh, Barbie?"

Apparently that memory still did things to her. (Good things, but like a good-hurt-y?)

"I missed out on Barbie?"

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"I guess?" Marc said. "I don't know how that crap works."

Which was Marc's way of saying it wasn't always the same thing. Again not great with actually verbalizing details.

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It was probably not quite what Harley had been asking, anyway.

"Aw," she said, and made a mournful face.

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"Better luck next time?" Marc said. He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say. But when was he ever sure of the right thing to say.

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"Thank you," Harley replied, with the sort of sincerity that suggested she'd taken his words as sincere, too.

Anyway, she was shaking that off. Literally, with a tiny shiver-like shimmy of her shoulders. Then she tilted her head a bit, again. "Wait, I didn't miss you turnin' into anything, did I?"

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"Only Steven," Marc said. Because he was hilarious.

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Harley's nose immediately wrinkled.

"That's not very exciting." A beat. "No offense to Steven."

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Marc gave her a dry look. "Trust me, he knows you're not into him."

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"He ain't into me either," Harley retorted, finding her smile again, "so it's fair play!"

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Marc started to open his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. Instead he went with, "Glad your weekend wasn't weird."

Possibly an assumption on his part since they'd only ruled out the weird that had happened in Fandom.

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Oh, but it was always a bad idea to visibly hesitate in front of Harley and her infinite noseyness.

"What was that?" she asked. "The face."

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"It's just my face," Marc said. Which wasn't untrue.

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Harley scoffed.

"You know what I mean!"

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Marc sighed, because he knew she'd keep digging. But this felt like one of those moments where maybe they'd been having separate conversations. So he asked, "You meant more like sex, right?"