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[contacts]

who: clark kent, lois lane, kara danvers, jon kent + guests
what: the superfamily moves into a supermansion (okay, it's more of a cottage).
when: the move is early to mid-may, guests may come by for the latter half of the month.
where: the supercottage.
warnings: family shenanigans?






[ clark has found a house for his family. kara and jon have bedrooms upstairs, on the ground floor there's a kitchen, a living/dining room and lois' bedroom/study. there's a basement that will eventually feature a pool table or similar but for now is pretty empty.

supers, feel free to write your own starters for moving shenanigans, domestic things, getting used to living together, having guests over, etc. ]

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i.

[song_of_ice]

[She invited him to visit and view the new home, but it had felt like an intrusion for Jon. For several days he had put off paying his respects, distracted by his work around the perimeter and also trying to get acclimated to this entirely different world.

After awhile, his hesitation seemed ridiculous and his excuse became small. Kara had been kind to him and he wouldn't mind seeing her again or the place that she had moved to. Without Ghost, there was no one to make the walk with, so he set off alone.

When he approached her home, he spied her outside painting. He waited a moment, watching her image bloom to life, colorful and bright as she was. He hated to disturb her, but a part of him wanted a better look.]

That's very good.

[ex_clobbers559]

( Her cheeks flush a little as soon as her sensitive hearing picks up the sound of his heartbeat. It's silly, but she can't help it much. At least she has some time to regain her composure before she turns around to smile at him, a warm, sunny expression on her face. )

Hey! I wasn't sure if you'd come. It's good to see you. How are you doing?

( Any composure she'd had almost flees from her when he compliments her work. Kara takes in a deep breath, and glances back at the painting, brows furrowing again. )

Thank you. Though the colour of the house still isn't a match.

[song_of_ice]

[She was always so cheerful, something he rarely saw in his life, save from Sam. Being around someone like that was pleasant and genuinely nice. There was so little warmth in his world that he found himself drawn to those that could compensate.]

I'm well enough. You seem to be at home.

[He couldn't really see the difference in the colors, but took her word for it.]

What will you do with the painting?

[ex_clobbers559]

( Her smile fades a little, turning somewhat wistful as she maintains eye contact. )

As much as I can be. I miss my adoptive mother and sister, though. How are you liking your apartment?

( Oh, Jon. The way he ignores that question makes her grin again, and she rolls her shoulders in a slight shrug. )

Give it to my cousin and he might hang it up, I guess. Back in National City, I paint constantly.

( Her head tilts, as curiosity overtakes her. )

Do you have any hobbies like that?

[song_of_ice]

It's quiet. [Which was the highest compliment he could give.] If I have to stay here, I at least have my own room.

[No more barracks.]

You're very talented. I don't know anyone with this skill.

[It was the first time he had seen anything so vivid and colorful. There were artists, but they were a thing for southron lords.]

No. I hunted with my brothers, but nothing like this.

[ex_clobbers559]

Is it a good or bad sort of quiet? ( She's still deciding that, herself. There's something about being right in the thick of things in a big city. ) Sounds like you didn't before. That stopped being fun when I was fourteen, personally. Eliza converted a craft room into a bedroom for me.

( The flush is back, lending a bit of a pink glow in the apple of her cheeks. )

Thank you! Did you want one, too? Whatever scenery you want. I'm telling you, I was almost tempted to join the Art Guild.

( But it probably would have been Science, like her father. Those trips with him were the best part of her childhood. )

You should try some things then, and see how you like them. My cousin happens to be the best cook ever, for instance. The arts are more my thing.

( Dancing and singing, too. And photography. Her features lighten now, as she's struck with sudden inspiration, mixing white and green and blue globs of paint on the palette until the same pale aqua hue of the house's siding is achieved. Kara fills it in, and then leans back, grinning. )

This is gonna need to dry. Want to watch a movie or something for a while? You came, so we might as well hang out.

[song_of_ice]

I like the quiet. [He could be left to his own thoughts.] No. There were a number of recruits in one bunker.

[Men he knew hated him.]

I... [He considers that, thinking of the one place he might want to see again.] I would. I don't have the coin for it, not yet.

I'm not sure how much of a cook I would make. The food at the Wall isn't considered edible to visitors.

[He stares at her in confusion.]

A movie?