got good ears

[temporal_affairs]

The neighbors don't complain. Much. (They do occasionally ask that things be kept down, but they don't complain about there being noise at all. They understand about mates.)

The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.

But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.

(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)

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[temporal_affairs]

"Dunno if any of it's to your taste, of course." Nathan picks a flannel and a pair of jeans, but the minute and a half hasn't fully elapsed yet, so he doesn't set the Joker down to put either on yet.

[manofmyword]

"Most of it isn't," he says cheerfully.

[temporal_affairs]

(Nuzzle nuzzle nibble nibble, immunity to venom and a defense against the effects of the taste having been taken care of days ago.) "I don't have strong opinions about my wardrobe. I just get simple things."

[manofmyword]

"I'll make you pretty things," says the Joker, hugging him again. "'Cause you're pretty."

[temporal_affairs]

"You're pretty," Nathan returns. One more squeeze, just enough to crack a rib or two, and he sets him down on the mattress and shimmies into his jeans and shrugs on the flannel.

[manofmyword]

"You're such a sweetie," he says affectionately, and snaps his fingers for theatrics, and is abruptly dressed. It's the old Joker getup, purple suit and green vest and blue shirt. And a knife in his pocket, because really, he's hardly dressed without one.

[luminous_regnant]

Sure enough, there is presently a knock at the door.

[temporal_affairs]

"Come in," calls Nathan, sitting down on the mattress beside the Joker.

[luminous_regnant]

The doors do actually lock, more to tell would-be entrants when they're welcome than to actually keep anyone determined out. But of course she's got all the keys. Bella lets herself in. "It's been a week," she says mildly to her mint.

[manofmyword]

"Mhm," he says, and expends a square to transfer all his coins to Bella's chain.

There's a lot.

"We've been busy," he adds, not that she doesn't know that.

[luminous_regnant]

"I'm sure. Well, that's all," she says, inspecting the chain. "Thank you."

[manofmyword]

He blows her a kiss.

"Toodles!"

[luminous_regnant]

"See you in... I think a week and a half," she says. "Thereabouts." She waves and closes the door behind her.

[temporal_affairs]

"Now what?" Nathan inquires, insinuating.

[manofmyword]

"Now," he says, grinning, "I think we ruin these nice clothes I just made."

[temporal_affairs]

"More squares where that came from," says Nathan, and he pounces.

[manofmyword]

Mmmmm. Pouncings.

They can't stay in this room having intermittent sex for the literal rest of forever, though. In fact, it's only the next morning that the Joker wakes up and murmurs sleepily, "I feel like getting out of here. You feel like coming with?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Capital's not moving for another week, so if you mean now, then - well, yes. Always. Where to? Trains, planes, or automobiles?"

[manofmyword]

"Dunno yet," he says reflectively. "Let's hit the road and then see."

[temporal_affairs]

"You going to conjure me the Princess's golden bubbly as needed or should I fill up from the slaughterhouse before we go?"

[manofmyword]

"The gold stuff's tastier, right?" he says. "I'll magic it up for ya."

[temporal_affairs]

"Dramatically tastier, yeah, thanks babe. Better than human average, not better than singer," says Nathan.

[manofmyword]

"Wonder if I could magic something better than that," he muses.

And then grins.

"Wonder if I could magic me better than that. Would that be fun, sweetie?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Babe," says Nathan, "I found a singer two times in my life, and if you get even that tasty, let alone better, you will never be able to pry my teeth out of you even by asking nicely, even if I keep my air filter, without magic. That kind of thing competes on a level with mate bonds. The Empress is alive because the the Emperor was already thoroughly into self-denial when he ran into her and anyone else would've eaten his mate."

[manofmyword]

He laughs.

"So I won't be that tasty all the time," he says. "Still, would it be fun?"