"Hand me the wrench?"
Her fingers wrapped around the cool metal. She hefted in in her palm, handing the tool into the outstretched hand of Cyborg.
"Thanks Rae," he said absently.
The garage was quiet, filled only with the sounds of Cyborg tinkering beneath the T-Car. It was a soothing atmosphere, one in which she and Cyborg could enjoy each other's company without the need for conversation.
It was peaceful.
Raven sighed, drawing her cloak around her. The peace and quiet was nice, especially after her rather…annoying morning.
She had gotten up and meditated as usual. It was a nice meditation during a nice morning to prepare for a nice day. She had been most looking forward to her nice cup of tea to complete her nice morning.
Unluckily for her, it did not quite go that way.
She had entered the ops room only to discover a rather nervous Beast Boy holding the broken handle of her smashed teapot. Her teapot, which had been a handmade relic from Azarath.
That Beast Boy had destroyed.
Needless to say, she had chucked him unceremoniously into the bay after shouting quite a few explicatives in a variety of languages.
So yes, her morning had been quite annoying.
After another dose of meditation, she had retreated here in the garage. Here at least, Beast Boy would not come to annoy her. Not while Cyborg was tinkering with his beloved car. It was, ironically, her only place of solace. While the bothersome changeling was unafraid of invading her room, he would not risk Cyborg wringing his neck by coming too close to the T-car.
This made little sense to Raven. She was a demoness who could flatten the earth with the snap of her fingers, and Beast Boy barely blinked. Cyborg was a half human half robot who was his best friend, and Beast Boy cowered in terror when he upset him.
She wasn't sure if Beast Boy was just stupid, or clueless. She liked to think he was both.
The toolbox beside her made a rather alarming noise as black energy crushed it.
Oops.
"You know he didn't mean to do it right?"
Raven's gaze shifted to Cyborg, who had rolled himself out from beneath the car.
"What?" she asked.
"BB. He didn't mean to break the teapot."
Raven looked away in a huff. "It doesn't matter," she snapped. "It was mine and he broke it. He shouldn't have been touching it anyway!"
She could feel Cyborg's gentle gaze on her.
"Y'know, he was just trying to make your tea for you."
This was news to the empath. She had just figured he was trying to use her precious teapot in one of his lame, poorly executed pranks. She hadn't really considered other options.
"So?" she asked, her voice still thick with anger. Cyborg chuckled.
"So, I'm not saying you can't be upset. Just, go a little easy on the guy. He likes you."
Her eyebrows raised at the odd emphasis of the word 'likes', but nevertheless her friend had a bit of a point. Beast Boy was kind, to the point of being annoying. It wasn't unlike him to try to make her tea.
Though she'd rather he left her stuff alone.
She grunted grumpily as Cyborg went back to his tinkering. Maybe she'd think about forgiving Beast Boy.
Maybe.
Raven's nose was buried in a book. It was a good book, considered a classic by all literature enthusiasts. She had quite a few of those on her shelves, among the variety of spellbooks and nonfiction.
She was just reaching an exciting turning point in the story when a shape thrust itself in her face, interrupting her. It was a clay teapot, with golden Chinese dragons dancing on the sides. It appeared to be handmade, though brilliantly so, and Raven marvelled at the gold paint that reflected in the light.
"Here," a voice said. Raven tore her gaze away from the pot and looked up to see an anxious Beast Boy gazing back at her.
"I-I...it's for you," he stammered.
She eyed it cautiously. "What you think buying a fake handmade pot from the store makes up for breaking my relic?" she snapped. Beast Boy visibly flinched, but he stayed put.
"N-no but-"
"Just leave," Raven said, pushing the pot away. She knew it was a bit harsh, after all it was a week since the incident, but she wanted him to understand that breaking her stuff wasn't okay. In fact, touching her stuff wasn't okay. She just wanted Beast Boy to get the idea, and leave her things be.
However, the changeling didn't leave. Instead he stood there, holding the teapot in his hands as he stared at her. Raven sighed.
"What Beast Boy?"
His emerald gaze met her amethyst one before dropping down to the teapot.
"I made it," he murmured softly.
This caught Raven off-guard. Beast Boy did not seem much like an artistic person, so she felt the need to reaffirm what she heard.
"Come again?"
"I made it," he said, a little louder this time. He met her gaze again and gave an embarrassed smile. "I know that your old pot was special, and since I couldn't glue it I figured I'd make you a new one. I guess it's not that good but-"
"Thank you."
Beast Boy blinked in surprise, causing Raven to flush slightly.
"It's very nice," she murmured softly, making him grin. He left it on the coffee table and scurried off, leaving Raven to watch him go.
Raven glanced back at the teapot, a smile breaking across her face.
Maybe Beast Boy isn't as annoying as she thought.
Maybe.