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]

"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.

[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."