A/N: My first non-TMNT fanfic! I'm terrified!
I actually wrote this last year, but it got lost in the interwebs. I recently discovered a paper copy, and decided to publish it.
This fic is dedicated to whoever thought Razaya was The Best Idea To Ever Exist (which it is) and also, as always, to my best friend Willowspring1, who introduced me to GL:TAS in the first place.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the laptop with which I type these words.
Warning: Very incredibly mild locker-room jokes.
Enjoy!
With the gentle clicks of wires and metal slotting together, Aya assembled herself and stepped down from the platform, blue eyes glowing. Razer averted his eyes throughout the whole thing, intensely focused on his left foot.
"Exactly two seconds. A new record." Aya said, the slightest hint of pride in her voice.
"Cool." Hal flashed her a thumbs-up.
Aya returned the gesture, a small smile on her face. She began walking over to the captain's station, but her leg jammed, stuck out at an odd angle from her hip.
"It seems my joint is out of alignment. I will have to remove the panelling from both my thigh and pelvic area to -"
Razer jolted upright suddenly, hands slamming on the table, before striding out of the door.
"As you so often ask, Green Lantern Hal, was it something I said?" Aya asked, her calm voice unable to convey her confusion.
Hal laughed. "It's okay Aya. I think Razer just needs…. some alone time."
"Yeah, just him and his nice private bedroom." Kilowog snorted, bunting Hal with his elbow.
"Good one." Hal snickered.
"This is not true. Red Lantern Razer is currently on the bridge." Aya stated.
"Seriously though. It's probably nothing." Hal said.
The nav-robot finished repairing herself and began to head in the same direction as the Red lantern.
"Perhaps. However, it is my duty to make sure there is nothing wrong. It is what friends do." Aya said matter-of-factly.
Razer stared out of the window, body coiled and foot tapping impatiently. "Stupid robot."
"Remember, Red Lantern Razer, I am able to hear every sound upon this ship." If Razer didn't know better, he would've said she sounded amused.
"Sorry." He muttered, still glaring at the stars.
"You left abruptly earlier. Is there something wrong?"
"No! No. It's just… assembling like that. It's like getting dressed in front of everyone." Razer admitted.
"It has been compared to getting dressed, yes." Aya confirmed. "But I do not understand-"
"It's just strange!" Razer burst out. "Just… strange. Volkregians are modest people, and although I am not sure about Earth or Bolovax Vik, but as far as I can tell, it is uncommon for a woman to get dressed, assembled, whatever, in front of three…"
"Males?" Aya supplied.
"Yes. It makes me feel uncomfortable." Razer turned away. Thankfully, his people didn't blush.
"It does not appear to make Green Lanterns Hal and Kilowog feel uncomfortable." Aya tilted her head.
"Perhaps that just makes me the only gentleman here." Razer quipped.
"If it is a problem, I can assemble privately."
"No. It's fine." Razer sighed. "It's just a bit…"
"A bit awkward." Aya finished.
"Yes." Razer gazed down at her.
"Awkward."
A/N: So there we go. Please review! Adoration is always vastly appreciated.
Flames will be used to power my flame-thrower, with which I will torch down the houses of all those who don't ship Razaya.