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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[yourheartstrings]

"Okay," says the Joker.

And lo, he is squishy.

[temporal_affairs]

"This is different," he says. "...The floor is much less comfortable now that I have more give than it does."

[yourheartstrings]

She laughs.

"Let's go cuddle in bed," she suggests, hauling herself to her feet and reaching down to help him up.

[temporal_affairs]

He follows her, not fully steady on his squishier feet but not falling over outright either.

[yourheartstrings]

They reach the bed successfully.

It is extremely comfortable and pleasant to cuddle in.

[temporal_affairs]

"Much better." Hmm, has his squishiness come with a reduction in his strength, too, or can he still squish his mate if he wants? Empiricism is called for.

[yourheartstrings]

There is some reduction, just to the point where he doesn't break his own bones or crush his own muscles. But he is definitely still able to squish his mate if he puts the effort in.

"I love you," she hums.

[temporal_affairs]

"I love you so, so much," he purrs.

[yourheartstrings]

"I like cuddling squishable-you," she declares. "Want me to make it so you can switch back and forth when you want?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Sure, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

Just for fun, she kisses the end of his nose.

"Your squishiness is now under your control."

[temporal_affairs]

He doesn't send the squishiness away immediately, just snuggles up close and kisses her nose.

[yourheartstrings]

She giggles and hugs him. Squishily!

[temporal_affairs]

"What ratio of girl-shaped to Original Recipe should I be expecting?" inquires Nathan.

[yourheartstrings]

"Dunno," she says. "Definitely some of both."

[temporal_affairs]

"Just haven't planned things that far in advance?" chuckles Nathan.

[yourheartstrings]

"Nope!"

[temporal_affairs]

"If we made more of a habit of leaving the condo the neighbors would probably think there were two of you and I was cheating on at least one," observes Nathan.

[yourheartstrings]

He laughs.

"Or I'm twins, and you're very, very lucky."

[temporal_affairs]

"Twins with matching scars," says Nathan, raising an eyebrow, "probably a little less likely to the neighbors' way of thinking than me having a weird scar fetish and having picked up two unrelated persons at a weird scar support group of some kind."

[yourheartstrings]

"Unrelated people with the same face and the same hair," she counters. "It's weird any way you look at it."

[temporal_affairs]

"All right, twins with matching scars I picked up at a weird scar support group," agrees Nathan, "and I'm very -" kiss - "very -" kiss - "lucky."

[yourheartstrings]

"You are," she says cheerfully, kissing him back. "Mmmm, my squishy snuggly sweetheart. Love you."

[temporal_affairs]

"I love you."

[yourheartstrings]

Snuggle snuggle snuggggggle.

Snuggle.

Snuggle.