I do not own Teen Titans
Popcorn
"Uhmmm… Cy? What's Star doing?"
"SHHHHHHH!"
Ooooookaaaaay?
That was really weird. Beastboy had walked into the kitchen fully intent on getting a carrot or apple or something to snack on, when he was faced with Starfire's back. She was standing in front of the microwave, staring intently through the semi-translucent window.
"Starfire's making popcorn."
Okay, now that he could understand. He loved Star to bits, he really did. She was nice and kind and funny and cute, but she was also incredibly entertaining as she tried to adapt to Earth. If there was one thing that they held above all else, it was her attempts at cooking.
But popcorn? That could only end in hilarity.
So he did the only thing he could do. He joined Cyborg at the door, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.
"It moved! Friend Robin said Earth food doesn't move! It's alive!"
They were promptly treated to the sight of Starfire ripping the door off of the microwave, throwing the bowl on the floor and pelting it with Starbolts.
Now, since Starbolts are pretty damn hot, this might not have been the best idea.
"Friends Cyborg and Beastboy! The Popped Corn is moving around and making more of itself! Please help me vanquish this foe?!"
Neither Cyborg nor Beastboy replied.
They were laughing to hard.
"We need a new microwave? What happened? … why are you laughing?"
AN: Insomnia, once again.
Anyway, I blame this on a random idea I had (obviously).
So yeah. Enjoy?
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PS – I might actually decide to expand this into a series of drabbles, but not any time soon though. I've already got 7 completely different stories to worry about and I'm not about to tempt fate (or my muse).
Written: 08/01/2014
Posted: 08/01/2014