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]

Kerron tries some of the pineapple, and then some of the coconut, and then goes on alternating until it's all gone, and then he grabs the glass and drinks it down.

"I'm tasty," he announces. "Not as good as bubbly though."

[manofmyword]

The Joker disappears the containers and leans over Kerron to kiss his forehead.

"Y'know," he says musingly, "I wonder if that stuff tastes so great in comparison because it's that much better, or 'cause being a half-vampire makes other stuff that much worse. Does anybody know?"

[temporal_affairs]

Addy says, "It's hard to compare directly across memories, but I think it's a combination of the two, mostly the second."

[manofmyword]

"Think I should fix it?" he asks, glancing between Nathan and Addy and Kerron.

[temporal_affairs]

"Fix it so food tastes as nice as blood or bubbly or whatever to Kerron?" Nathan asks.

[manofmyword]

"Mmhmm. Whaddya say, munchkin?"

[temporal_affairs]

Munchkin says "Yay!"

[manofmyword]

Laughing, he snaps his fingers.

And pulls a large, ripe strawberry out of thin air next to munchkin's ear, and offers it to him.

[temporal_affairs]

Kerron bites the strawberry right where it is, not even taking it.

Then he beams and seizes it and eats the rest, leaves and all.

"Nicely done," laughs Nathan.

[manofmyword]

The Joker giggles.

[temporal_affairs]

"I wanna have weekly check-ins with Combo Platter here," says Addy. "See how he's developing, make suggestions. This is a critical period, with him so little."

Nathan looks at the Joker.

[manofmyword]

The Joker shrugs. "Your call, munchkin."

[temporal_affairs]

Addy explains directly to Kerron. "I wanna have weekly taste-tests and see if I can get you clearer pictures of the flying color-shapes," she tells him.

"Okay," says Kerron affably.

[manofmyword]

"Fine by me, then." He smiles at Addy.

[temporal_affairs]

"Splendid. Kerron, can you watch those color-shapes real close all week and then later you can tell me what you find?" she asks with a winning smile.

"Okay," says Kerron.

"Lovely." She hands him over to the Joker.

[manofmyword]

He hugs his munchkin.

[temporal_affairs]

A week later, Kerron is handed off to Addy for "magic lessons" and Nathan announces that they'll pick him up in an hour, that being the best time to do so. They go back to their room. To... test the soundproofing.

But this is not their room, this is Milliways.

"Huh," Nathan says. "...We could spend days in there and Kerron wouldn't even miss us."

[manofmyword]

"Let's do it," he says brightly. "I'll show you my old room. Did I tell you I had a room? It's cozy. I got shot there once, it was fun."

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan never quite likes hearing about other people having injured his mate - for roughly the same reason he's not thrilled when reminded that other people have had sex with his mate - but the fundamental idea is sound. In they go!

Right behind them, there is a person in a terrifying, expensive bat costume of negligible festiveness, stumbling in and clutching a gut wound!

[manofmyword]

The Joker makes a sympathetic noise and spends a pentagon.

No more gut wound.

[temporal_affairs]

The Bat is extremely surprised.

And, less distracted by pain.

"You. You're supposed to be on an asteroid."

Nathan is not so much looking daggers at her as he is looking glowing razor-sharp magical poisoned swords at her.

[manofmyword]

"I left," he says succinctly, and teleports himself and Nathan up to his room.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan hugs his mate very, very tight.

[manofmyword]

"Love you, baby," he says, hugging back. Speech and hugs are both difficult under the amount of pressure Nathan is putting on him, but the Joker has practice. "Don't eat her, okay? I'd be sad."

[temporal_affairs]

"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," growls Nathan.