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[temporal_affairs]

Here they are, having a cute post-death reunion!

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[temporal_affairs]

Ah-ha. There we go.

Timer is not a vampire anymore and cannot throw the Joker around quite so effectively, but he can still acquit himself tolerably well, he thinks.

[yourheartstrings]

No complaints.



Eventually, they are curled up in Timer's bed, snuggling contentedly.

"Mind if I switch back for this part?" she murmurs, pillowing her head on his shoulder.

[temporal_affairs]

"If you want," Timer yawns.

[manofmyword]

He switches back.

"Love you, sweetie."

[temporal_affairs]

"Love you too, babe."

Mate bond is toast, but it left marks.

[manofmyword]

The Joker likes marks.

[temporal_affairs]

Timer would find that funny if either of them had spoken instead of narrating, and if he were not falling asleep.

[manofmyword]

Sleep! Aww, he sleeps now. That is adorable. The Joker is going to sleep with him.

[temporal_affairs]

Timer sleeps for an hourlong nap - he was after all in the middle of having a nap when the Joker interrupted - and then awakens.

[manofmyword]

The Joker is wrapped around him like a cuddly anaconda, per his usual.

He's smiling in his sleep.

[temporal_affairs]

Aww. Let's see, what was Timer gonna do today? He has a whiteboard he uses as a calendar, because he can't remember all the timings he's checked in his head without vampire mnemonic fidelity. He can see it from his bed. Visiting Fractal, going to the restaurant - he checks them again. They can wait. He stays put with the Joker.

[manofmyword]

Cuddly cuddly cuddly zzzzzz.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan's kinda stuck. Oh well. He goes back to sleep too, for another hour.

[manofmyword]

This time, it's the Joker who wakes up first.

He doesn't see this as a good reason to decuddle.

[temporal_affairs]

Timer follows suit soon enough and yawns. "Oh, you're up. Hullo. Hungry? I am."

[manofmyword]

"Yep," he says. "...Hey, I can make you dinner! Can I make you dinner?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Sure." Maybe the reason the best time to go to the restaurant is so much later than usual is because he's only going for drinks or something. "I dunno how good the ingredient selection is, but you can fix that for sure."

[manofmyword]

"Whatcha feel like?" he asks, kissing Timer's cheek. "Or should I surprise you?"

[temporal_affairs]

"I'm up for surprises. I'm allergic to gluten, though. Doesn't torch me, just mighty uncomfortable."

[manofmyword]

"Gotcha," he says, and kisses him again, and hops out of bed to go survey the kitchen situation.

The kitchen situation needs improvement.

Well, that's what magic is for.

[temporal_affairs]

Timer, meanwhile, checks the other parts of his apartment for debris that's accumulated since the last time he checked. He finds four things, three of which go in the to-trade box by the door and the remaining one of which (a tube of toothpaste) is kept for when he runs out of the current one.

Perhaps he doesn't need to bother with any of this with the Joker right there, demonstrably as minty as this toothpaste, but a century's worth of habits and the decent odds that the Joker's going to go home and be with Nathan instead of Timer add up to doing it anyway.

[manofmyword]

And the Joker makes dinner.

It will be impressive, and tasty, and gluten-free.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan will gobble it up appreciatively!

"You," he pronounces, "are a good cook."

[manofmyword]

"I know I am!" he beams. "I'm glad I got to cook for ya."

[temporal_affairs]

"It was definitely a conspicuous omission. Let's see, what else did we never do because I wasn't enough of an organism?" Timer snorts. "Surprising that being dead makes me more of an organism."