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[Clark really does not like being without his powers. He's had his entire adulthood with them, he's now spent some adult time without them, and a clear preference has emerged: having powers is better. He can't protect others, he can protect himself, it's just better this way.

...but also, having spent some adult time without his powers, Clark can see the silver lining of their temporary absence.]

Wow.

[He falls back onto the pillows, a goofy, kinda dreamy smile on his face. Lois has really worn him out. This has never happened before. It's kind of great?]

gasps in kryptonian

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( Lois, feeling particularly contented with herself in the aftermath of all of the last two weeks, of Jon being injured but on the very visible and swift mend, and Clark being hale and whole and also just in the right space for her to exhaust him in a wholly unique way for them, just gives him a wide, contented smirk.

Then flops down on him to bury her face in the crook of his neck, because she's mostly rallying past bonelessness because she's so self-satisfied with the present circumstances, and the delicious aches accompanying them. Those aren't new, but sometimes novel circumstances makes even familiar pleasant aches feel like a different kind of badge of accomplishment. )

Mmmhmm.

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[Clark immediately, automatically wraps his arms around her, because he's a natural snuggler and because if they're both going to be boneless, they may as well be boneless together.

He recognizes that tone of smugness in her voice, but wouldn't dream of questioning it or teasing her over it in a million years. Lois has more than earned it.]

I'm starting to think I should lose my powers more often.

[Not really. But kind of? But it would be a bad thing. But it could also clearly be a great thing?]

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( Let Lois be smug. She enjoys being smug. In fact, she'll smugly snuggle in, by now smiling to herself. Her voice is slightly muffled with her lips brushing against his neck as she talks: )

We negotiating kinks again, Clark?

( She sounds amused, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of his neck. If they are, they'd need a safer way to tone down the yellow-sun factor. No objections on her part, because chosen benefits are wonderful, but that's the factor to work with really. Nebula particle poisoning (or kryptonite poisoning) do not seem like feasible or advisable avenues. )

EARLY OCTOBER 27

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What do you want for dinner tonight? Anything goes, as fancy as you want (as long as I can buy the ingredients.) No requirement for kid-friendly options, I have acquired a babysitter for Jon.

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( Lifting her eyebrows when she reads this. )

Feeling suddenly and deeply inspired? Also, Thai.

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Thai it is.

I did some calculations regarding calendar differences and today is our six-month anniversary.

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Wait, making it August back home?

( hahaha Clark her birthday just happened too. whoops. )

Guess that also means I'm officially 31 as far as calendar time's concerned.

text. un: superboy

[solarson]

mom?

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Hey Jon. What's up?

[solarson]

i don't know if dad told you but kell-el isn't here anymore

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I did suspect that might be the case when looking at the network list. How are you holding up?

txt | un: s.kyle; sliding in here with this, i hope it's okay!

[catscratching]

( She's rolling the dice here, but it's worth a shot: )

Is this Lois Lane from the Daily Planet?

walks in late with sugar with a little coffee hello this is great!

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In an effort of continued transparency, yes. In an effort toward secondary transparency, not the first one who's been here, and not from the same timeline or world line as most everyone who recognizes that Metropolis is a real city in a real place that really exists. It's been joyous.

I don't recognize the username. You are...?

♥ ♥

[catscratching]

Then for transparency, I've already talked some with Clark, and I know a Lois from home.

( One of her only friends. )

Selina Kyle. I'm from Gotham. I think you've met a few of the others.

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( Clark, huh? Ten to one this is another case where Clark is not incognito as Superman even if it wasn't blindingly obvious here. Lois takes a moment to sigh into her hands with only a hint of frustration. Not at Selina Kyle, but at knowing that's absolutely freaking possible regardless of world differences.

Clark will always trust people far more readily, and far more broadly, than she ever will. It's hardly relevant right now. )

You could say a few have been driving me batty, others robin me of certain specific senses of peace.

Thanks for the introduction, Selina Kyle of Gotham who knows a Lois from home. What did you have in mind when reaching out?

text; superman2

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[Pretty much immediately after this discussion:]

Hey. We need to talk. Is Jon asleep?

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You know there are days we should both be glad I'm not a naturally anxious person. Wondering if this should be one of them.

Jon's asleep. Not super deeply, but asleep.

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[Normally he'd think a little harder about what she said, realize the possible implications of his own words, stumble through a sheepish apology. Not today.]

Okay. Be right there.

[And he is, touching down the balcony and stepping inside just a couple of minutes later. He turns his gaze to the wall first — looking through the wall — then nods at Lois, gesturing at her to join him.]

Let's talk in our room. I don't know how good his hearing is now, but I'd rather minimize the chances he eavesdrops if he should wake up.

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( She tucks the hand towel back over the oven handle, padding over barefoot to where Clark is gazing through the wall. She catches his nod, lifting her eyebrows in silent question even as she's nodding the once in turn, pivoting easily enough toward their room.

It's still strange, how this has felt as they continue to be a Them and likewise wrangle the ongoing reality of having a kid around. And a dog, she muses, catching sight of one of the not fully mangled toys Krypto's left on the couch. Slipping into their room, she holds the door for Clark before gently closing it behind him. When she turns to face him, she's stepping closer and studying his face for any indication of what's going on that has him wanting this version of semi-privacy (if he wanted full privacy, they wouldn't be standing in the same apartment as Jon, regardless of how asleep he was) to address... some concern. One he's concerned enough about to act concerned. )

Clark, what's going on?

post-mission mid-february

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When you come home today, can you make sure to be really quiet?
Like shoes off, baby-on-board quiet.

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( Let her read that twice before answering with: )

1. No actual baby though, right.

2. We're dealing with a sensory shift?

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1. No other alternate reality children of any age, to my knowledge.

2. Yep. Jon's hearing kicked in pretty abruptly. He had a rough time with it.

text. un: superboy

[solarson]

( a SPECIAL DELIVERY MESSAGE to mom. ❤️ )

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This is berry sweet of you, Jon! Did you and Damian and any of the other kids do some kind of card exchange?

( she remembers hearing Perry mention something about his kids doing some kind of card exchange at their schools before, but... it's Etraya. Still? )