so very dapper

[temporal_affairs]

The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.

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[temporal_affairs]

"I love you."

[yourheartstrings]

Snuggle snuggle snuggggggle.

Snuggle.

Snuggle.

[temporal_affairs]

Snuggles ensue. (Also some groping. There are new shapes to grope, and even the old ones hadn't worn off their novelty.)

[yourheartstrings]

Mm, groping. Groping is nice.

Eventually, with obvious reluctance, she detaches herself.

"I'm hungry," she says, "I'm gonna make breakfast."

It is not breakfast time. But she feels breakfasty.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan, of course, has memorized his mate's eating patterns without even having to try. "Already?"

[yourheartstrings]

"...Yeah?" she says. She hasn't memorized any patterns; she eats when she feels like it, and she feels like eating now.

[temporal_affairs]

"Whatcha having?" he asks, rolling up to his feet.

[yourheartstrings]

"Dunno," she says musingly, heading for the kitchen. "...French toast. I feel like French toast."

[temporal_affairs]

"That's got eggs in it, doesn't it?" Nathan asks slowly.

[yourheartstrings]

"Yeah, why?"

[temporal_affairs]

"...Babe," says Nathan, "how thoroughly did you turn into a woman?"

[yourheartstrings]

She gives him a puzzled look.

[temporal_affairs]

"Can you," Nathan says, "get pregnant."

[yourheartstrings]

She blinks.

"Good question," she says. "I didn't think of that."

[temporal_affairs]

"Neither did I." He sighs. "Unusual hunger - especially for eggs, among things humans eat - is common for people pregnant with half-vampires."

[yourheartstrings]

"Huh," she says thoughtfully.

And shrugs, and keeps walking.

"Well, pregnant or not, I'm still hungry."

[temporal_affairs]

"...Of course. Sorry to distract."

[yourheartstrings]

"...What's up, sweetie?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Do you want to have a child?"

[yourheartstrings]

"I don't know," she says, shrugging again. "Haven't thought about it. Do you?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Had some. I think they were mine." Pause. "They were there when I woke up from turning, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

She puts down the frying pan she just got out of the cupboard, turns back to Nathan, and hugs him.

"Oh, sweetie."

[temporal_affairs]

He hugs her back. "I didn't know you'd - if I'd - I wasn't trying to knock you up."

[yourheartstrings]

"I know, hon," she says. "I love you. I'm sorry about your kids."

[temporal_affairs]

"I'm not sure they were mine. They looked like me, but. I can't remember."