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[temporal_affairs]

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

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[temporal_affairs]

"It is good to see you again," remarks Timer, as they get to the transit station, and he consults his eponym and then taps in the necessary data to take them to his neighborhood. "My place is kind of a thimble, but a nice thimble. 'S contingent on how much mourning gets done. It's the kind of place you get when exactly one person is so sad they jump off a cliff and only spend about a minute being sad, except in my case I guess you only spent a minute on it 'cause there's the live one."

[manofmyword]

"Mhm," he says. "I was veeery sad. But Goldie fixed you right up."

[temporal_affairs]

Here is Timer's place. "Behold," he says, "the result of your brief yet intense sad."

He hasn't redecorated much beyond what the place came with - he spends plenty of time outside the home; he doesn't have to huddle scared in his residence like some people, and he doesn't care that much about aesthetics - but he keeps it neat and tidy.

[manofmyword]

"It's cute," he declares, and gives Timer a hug.



Now would be a good time to clarify about the exact circumstances under which presto-changeo is warranted.

[temporal_affairs]

"Mm, babe, I remind you about the aforementioned mate bond patching thing."

[manofmyword]

"Even for snuggles?" he asks, semi-plaintively.

[temporal_affairs]

"Is it a big deal? I didn't think it mattered to you either way," says Timer quizzically.

[manofmyword]

"It doesn't matter a lot. But I don't wanna switch right now, and I do wanna snuggle you..."

He ponders this dilemma, letting go of Timer in the meantime.

[temporal_affairs]

Timer shrugs. "I can hug you whichever way, but I know where you and me snuggling goes, babe."

[manofmyword]

He laughs.

"I'll switch if we go there," he promises, and resumes hug.

[temporal_affairs]

Hugs.

[manofmyword]

Snuggly hugs. Snuggly nuzzly hugs. Snuggly nuzzly ooooh he sees what Timer meant, there.

[yourheartstrings]

Now he feels like switching.

[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.