He glided in smoothly, through the window of Bruce's room that had long since been genetically synced to allow just that. Technology was wonderful sometimes.
Though... not wonderful enough.
He didn't stay there, though. Instead, he went through the house to the kitchen and put Bruce down on the most comfortable seat there before disappearing. A moment later, there was a small glass of Bruce's favorite scotch (the one he'd come to prefer most of the time) and Clark was tossing some fries into the oven and looking for the mushroom caps.
"There's two of us here," he said, grumbling, "both of us with perfect memories and yet somehow, my mushrooms always end up somewhere in here."
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Date: 2015-12-24 03:05 pm (UTC)Though... not wonderful enough.
He didn't stay there, though. Instead, he went through the house to the kitchen and put Bruce down on the most comfortable seat there before disappearing. A moment later, there was a small glass of Bruce's favorite scotch (the one he'd come to prefer most of the time) and Clark was tossing some fries into the oven and looking for the mushroom caps.
"There's two of us here," he said, grumbling, "both of us with perfect memories and yet somehow, my mushrooms always end up somewhere in here."