dress rehersals: for Clark

[yeah_i_hidmypants]

Mornings weren't exactly his friend, especially considering the steady relationship he'd been keeping with his personal bar. Reaching for the box of cereal atop the fridge Oliver shook it gently, listening for the level of flakes instead of actually looking. Opening it up he poured it into the bowl followed by some milk. Reaching for a spoon he turned around and leaned against the counter while he ate.

Pulling the first empty spoonful out of his mouth, he made a face, "I think the milk's gone bad."

Lifting the bowl up he sniffed at the milk, "Yeah, that's odd smelling."

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[supes]

"Judging by how it moves in chunks, Oliver," Clark intoned, "I think it went bad weeks ago."

He looked up from his newspaper.

"You'd think a magic castle would keep more on top of that."

[yeahihidmypants]

Someone would've thought that he'd have been more observant, but then again he wasn't exactly awake just yet.

"This is why I don't eat breakfast."

Setting the bowl down, he shoved it into the sink, hearing it clunk against the bottom of the stainless steel. "Most important meal of the day, my ass."

[supes]

"If eating one of Lois's attempts doesn't turn you off breakfast, I don't know how a bit of spoiled milk could."

He picked at his own waffles, idly, finding it hard to disagree, regardless. This was why he savoured every single mom-cooked breakfast he could get.

[yeahihidmypants]

"Pretty sure I wasn't exactly paying attention to what she was cooking," Ollie smirked in reply. His hand scrubbed at his features for a moment, trying to wake up a bit more than just his own pride.

"So what's on the docket for being Clark Kent in a giant castle today?" It wasn't even that he was interested, but he was looking for something of a distraction from his own reality, and Clark always seemed fond of distractions.

[supes]

He didn't want to think about the other things one could pay attention when watching Lois Lane cooking. He ignored it.

"Well, first I'm going to finish breakfast. Then I'm going to walk Shelby and go to the stables and make sure Spot is fed. Then... I don't know. Maybe a trip to the library for some research."

[yeahihidmypants]

Ollie glanced at Clark with a nearly dumbfounded look, "Wow. Exciting."

Shaking it off he pressed his hands to the counter and lifted himself up onto it, taking a seat. "Seriously? I thought you were low-key in Smallville, and here you are in this place and still, trying to reclaim the normal."

[supes]

Clark gave Oliver a skeptical look.

"What should I do? Walk around juggling cars just to prove I'm not normal?"

[yeahihidmypants]

Now it was time for Oliver to return the look, "Who said anything about you doing tricks for cheap thrills? I thought maybe, just maybe, you'd be doing something interesting is all. Instead it's worse than back home."

Then again, Oliver hadn't exactly been living up to the thrills and spills of the Green Arrow at all lately. Still he almost thought he could've expected something from Clark. He had at least a few free minutes in the day.

[supes]

Clark leaned back in his seat, giving Oliver a questioning look.

"And what would you suggest?"

[yeahihidmypants]

It took less than a moment for Oliver to deflect it away, waving Clark off, "Forget I said anything. So what books are you going to take on loan?"

[supes]

Clark figured Oliver had nothing because there was literally nothing to do without causing his own trouble. Point, his.

"History books, mostly."

[yeahihidmypants]

If only Oliver knew they were keeping score here, not that he'd have said anything different. He just didn't feel like debating over something he had given up on himself. It didn't matter anyway, he had learned that nothing was worth really trying to prevent in this place. Circumstances would change and he'd be a lizard or something in retaliation.

Fun times.

"Our world, or another's?"

[supes]

"Ours, sort of. Another version of it."

[yeahihidmypants]

Nodding Oliver hopped off the counter, reaching for the fridge door and grabbing a bottle of water out.

"One of those alternate things right? Where you can find another version of you that actually wears a cape?" Oliver smirked over his shoulder at Clark as he browsed the shelves of the fridge, still contemplating food.

[supes]

Clark held back a scowl.

"Why is everyone so hung up on that cape?"

[yeahihidmypants]

Laughing Oliver shut the fridge door, deciding that he'd get food later.

"Come on, it's not such a bad idea. Adds... movement," he even opted to add to his statement with a gesture of movement in a horizontal line.

[supes]

"Just because other versions of me wear capes doesn't mean I have to follow suite," Clark reasoned. "Besides. I have enough movement as it is."

[yeahihidmypants]

"Right, the whole Blur thing," Oliver joked. "So is there another Green Arrow out there?"

[supes]

"There is, actually."

He couldn't hide a smile at that.

[yeahihidmypants]

Lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, he leaned back against the counter, "Well don't keep me in suspense here."

[supes]

Clark takes a sip of his coffee just to mask his grin, and then he said, flippantly, "You have a mustache."