Who: Bruce and boy Darcy What: greetings? Where: they're apartment When: Sunday evening/night Rating: tbd, possible language? Closed
Darcy was still in a little bit of the this-is-weird phase of being hit by island nonsense. She kept twisting and moving and seeing if and how the new body reacted to different things. It was weird but not too different she figured. Though every time she saw her reflection she was a little freaked out for a minute, and was still getting used to her balance being a little off. But she didn't think it'd take long to get used to.
Bruce had been working late so she'd given Jacob his dinner and bath and gotten him to bed and was now finishing up a late meal for the two of them. Nothing complicated, just some grilled cheese with some of the nicer looking cheeses she found in the store and some sliced up veggies to help fill him up, since she was pretty sure he still didn't eat half the time at work.
She wasn't wearing much, just and undershirt and some sweats she'd stolen from him, but she'd get some real clothes tomorrow. This would be fine for tonight, she thought it might even be a bit attractive. Her body seemed to fill them well. She heard Bruce's keys at the door so she plated up their food and carried them out to the table, setting them down and waiting for him by the door.