Clark Kent (
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January catch-all
Who: Clark Kent (
apricitous) & you!
What: Catch-All and some concern about the state of things
When: January
Where: largely Wyver
Warning(s): none so far
[ scouting for reporters | wyver | open]
[ While Clark's put up his message, he's also putting up a few flyers around town with the same basic content; while his focus is the refugee population, just for ease of communication, he's not opposed should any locals show any interest in helping. He obviously can't offer any money since it's not a business as of yet per se or anything but... if you see him, feel free to ask about it. ]
[deserters | outside of the city | open ]
[ There are things Clark can't do, but there are also things he can do, things that he can't not do when it comes right down to it... and one of those things is look out for people. Especially people who are desperately trying to avoid a conflict.
Clark goes there first, asks what they need, and at first he uses some of the funds from his dragon bounty, what was still there. It's after Christmas, so it was a little more scant than he'd like, but he makes up for it by eating less, sitting in the sun more; he'll cook portions for Jessica the same as usual but he can make do himself. Eventually, he does have to ask for money, but he'll run into the city and bring back just about anything. He's also taken to spending the occasional afternoon out there, though, patrolling from the sky or ground to take care of any natural threats that might be stalking the smaller settlements just in case... ]
[ home | wyver | open ]
[ If you happen to come by their house, you'll find Clark at one of three activities: attempting to write something on the current Wyver-Olympia conflict, trying to figure out how he can better siphon some of his paycheck into supplies, cooking the occasional bit of food, and working from a particular book given to him for Christmas as a present, muttering to himself in a strange language that your character almost certainly isn't familiar with. ]
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What: Catch-All and some concern about the state of things
When: January
Where: largely Wyver
Warning(s): none so far
[ scouting for reporters | wyver | open]
[ While Clark's put up his message, he's also putting up a few flyers around town with the same basic content; while his focus is the refugee population, just for ease of communication, he's not opposed should any locals show any interest in helping. He obviously can't offer any money since it's not a business as of yet per se or anything but... if you see him, feel free to ask about it. ]
[deserters | outside of the city | open ]
[ There are things Clark can't do, but there are also things he can do, things that he can't not do when it comes right down to it... and one of those things is look out for people. Especially people who are desperately trying to avoid a conflict.
Clark goes there first, asks what they need, and at first he uses some of the funds from his dragon bounty, what was still there. It's after Christmas, so it was a little more scant than he'd like, but he makes up for it by eating less, sitting in the sun more; he'll cook portions for Jessica the same as usual but he can make do himself. Eventually, he does have to ask for money, but he'll run into the city and bring back just about anything. He's also taken to spending the occasional afternoon out there, though, patrolling from the sky or ground to take care of any natural threats that might be stalking the smaller settlements just in case... ]
[ home | wyver | open ]
[ If you happen to come by their house, you'll find Clark at one of three activities: attempting to write something on the current Wyver-Olympia conflict, trying to figure out how he can better siphon some of his paycheck into supplies, cooking the occasional bit of food, and working from a particular book given to him for Christmas as a present, muttering to himself in a strange language that your character almost certainly isn't familiar with. ]
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That reminds me, I got some oil from a job earlier. They said it's good for massages. You up to being my guinea pig later? Food, relaxation, and maybe a nap so I can feel less like a heel about not being here lately?
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I'm assuming, if we're being properly scientific, we'll have to test this on human and Kryptonian skin, right?
[ Which is a 'yes'. ]
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Well, I mean... for science...
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[ He's kissing her again. For science. Clearly. ]
My night is reserved for Jones, party of one.
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You don't have to, you know. I'm not some needy... whatever. If you'd rather just chow down and go back to your book, that's fine.
[And it would be. Just knowing she'd done something for him when he'd done so much for her in return would make her feel better. But she also wouldn't turn down a night in with Clark if he was actually up for it.]
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The book will be there tomorrow. It'll be there three weeks from now. There's no rush.
[ He looks up at her and he's always got his truth in his eyes; there's a reason he created a disguise that had him largely never having to answer a question, just the assumption that there was no connection between Clark Kent and Superman because how could there be. He's too earnest by half, after all. ]
Maybe I'm needy. Maybe... I've missed a little time with you as much as I've missed meat on a stick.
[ He tilts his head to give her a crooked smile. ]
Maybe even a little more than meat on a stick.
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Her hand turned over in his, fingers curling around his as she set her glass down. Her other hand tucked her hair behind her ear before she met his eyes, and there was a little sadness there before she let amusement take over.]
You keep talking about your meat stick and the delivery guy's going to walk in on a situation.
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They've got a few minutes, after all. And he needs to make that sadness fade properly. ]
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Still, that didn't stop her from resting a hand against his cheek and melting into that kiss a little. They were active as hell when they were together, but it had been a little while, both of them distracted with their own things. The taste of him brought that fact to her mind in a rush, and she hummed softly before she nipped his lip.]
Is it weird that I missed that?
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[ He isn't very far at all, his forehead rested against hers, his hands cradling the back of her head and her jaw. ]
You can miss me, you know. I don't mind taking some time out. [ He ducks his head a little, but not enough to disengage. ] I'm bad about making myself take a break.
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[She dragged her finger along the light stubble over his jaw, proof he'd been preoccupied.]
You don't have to do that, you know. Take care of me. I'm not whatever you are, but I'm hardy. I'm... shit. I don't want to be some kind of obligation to you. Some thing or whatever that you have to make sure isn't dead, like a pet you need to feed. Kinda puts a weird spin on the happy naked time.
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I take care of you because I care about you, Jess. Same reason you're taking care of me right now.
[ He lets out a little huff of air, almost amused at the two of them, before looking up at her again. ]
I'm pretty sure you taking care of me and me taking care of you is how things are actually supposed to work. I mean... do you think of me as an 'obligation'?
[ He tilts his head a little and gives her a lopsided smile. ]
And you can talk to me about hardy when you've taken a nuke to the face and lived to tell about it.
[ ...he'd lived through that part, after all. Barely, and the sun had definitely been the deciding factor there, but he'd still lived through it. ]
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['Shit' being her family dying, having the illusion of fame shattered, becoming a freak, and then running into the bane of her existence. She'd stopped thinking she could have anything close to normal before she'd met Kilgrave. After...? Well, she was just trying to survive and not spiral too far.]
Only been shot before. Cut up. Hit a lot. No nukes, but I have a friend who took a rocket launcher. Being bulletproof has its advantages.
[She still missed Luke. Him and Trish, Malcolm, those few people that she had in her life that mattered. But Clark made it bearable. He was a face she could see that wasn't judging her for what she did, didn't think of her as a freak or some unclean thing. She was just his somewhat sloppy roommate and he was... sunshine.]
I think of you as a friend. More than. I'm just not used to having those.
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He doesn't like what she mentions. Shot, cut up, hit. Doesn't like it at all, but he has a feeling she'd flip if she knew some of the things he'd lived through. Died by. He won't mention them here, and the mention of the nuke had mostly been to try and draw her away from the seriousness. But he nods to what she's saying, to how she sees them.
She's more than a friend to him too. ]
Good thing I'm not going anywhere, then. It'll give you time to get used to it.
[ He's going to lean up to press just one more kiss. ]
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After a minute, she drew back, hand going back to his cheek before she let it drop.]
Don't do that. Getting used to it just means it'll hurt that much more when it's gone.
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Why'd you order that food, Jess?
[ He holds up a hand. He has a point to this. ]
We're going to be nice and full for an evening, but tomorrow we'll be hungry again. Why eat if we're just going to be hungry again tomorrow?
[ He looks up at her. ]
You know the answer, Jess.
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She tugs his hand, wanting to draw him closer as she leans in, resting her head on his.]
I suck at this part, Clark. I suck worse when I know what I want to say or do and I just... can't. Or won't. Or don't know how.
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You suck as much and as long as you need to.
Like I said.
Plenty of time to practice.
[ A little nudge. ]
It's okay. It's okay to suck at this. Or not know how.
[ A kiss to her temple now. ]
We're figuring each other out. That's also how it works. Every combination of people is unique, after all. You can't really suck at it because there's nothing to really compare it to. This is how fast we figure things out together.
[ He draws back just a little and licks his lips before pressing them together tight. ]
And you can make fun of me because I just figured out how dirty that sounded, but I hope you know what I meant.
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Still snickering, she prodded at his chest.]
Yeah, boy scout, I know what you meant. And I'll happily show you all the sucking you want on your meat stick and elsewhere after dinner.
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As a note.
[ Clark does not have a meat stick, thank you. But he is going to lean in and kiss her again, on the lips, less to distract her and more to make clear exactly how he feels. Actions and words and speaking louder and all that. ]
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[She was grinning as she kissed him back, arms looping around his neck as she tried to remember back through her high school biology books.]
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Smart aleck.
[ Before he starts kissing the side of her neck. ]
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[She giggled now, which she would deny vehemently if ever asked about it, head tipping to the side to let him keep nibbling because yes, that felt good.]
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[ And yet, miraculously, he doesn't actually stop kissing her. On the contrary, he might be tipping her shirt over just a little to get to part of her shoulder and his hand might be reaching to settle at her hip. ]
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[She was fully laughing now, her hand combing through his hair as she thought about him in that stupid flower suit that Will Smith had to wear in that one episode of Fresh Prince.]
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and heading into NSFW land
Pornoville. On the sex-train.
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