He's not allowed to cook. At least, not in my room. Anything he's ever attempted to make has caught on fire, which I guess would explain his love for takeout food and microwave meals. It's tough for him, though, since he's vegan (exception: cheese). Fortunately, our college city caters to many tastes and diets, so he's a regular at the local vegan dives.
I remember back in the Titan Tower when Robin had ordered an all meat pizza. Everyone was starving and we all jumped on a slice, but Gar immediately dropped his as if he'd been badly burnt and turned an incredulous look to our leader. "Duuuuuude, are you serious?"
Robin looked heavenward before cracking a laugh. "What? You could use a little more meat on your bones."
"That's… not even funny dude." He looked down and shook his head before stalking to the kitchen to scavenge for something else. I was shocked at myself for forgetting— I mean, if you think about it it'd be like cannibalism, for him. Or like eating himself. I lost my appetite, setting my piece back in the box.
"Beast Boy, I'm sorry, okay? We didn't even think about you when we ordered." Robin's apology came across insincere as it was tinged with annoyance.
"Yeah, I know. It's just, like… really fucked up if you think about it. That we cage these animals and breed them just to kill them. What if that pig on your pizza had friends? What if the cow had a family?" He shrugged as if the words he were saying were no big deal, but they obviously were if the furrow in his brow was any indication. "Why not just eat me , while you're at it? I probably taste loads better than all of them."
"C'mon, BB. You don't have to talk about it like that," Cyborg said before looking at his slice disdainfully.
He narrowed his misty eyes at his closest friend before disappearing into his room.
We all stared into the pizza box, lost in our own thoughts. Starfire returned her slice and left without saying anything. Robin tried to tell her to wait, but she wasn't interested. Cyborg sighed and let his head fall into his hand. "How am I supposed to eat when my best buddy is on my pizza?" He left, too.
"Well, I'm hungry and I paid for it." Robin devoured it without a hint of remorse.
All I could do was scoff and walk away.
Though I wasn't exactly into him then, I knew I would never again consume a steak without thinking of Beast Boy in a slaughterhouse. After that day, I never ate meat again. Not even now, in this diner, though I can smell bacon being fried to perfection.
How did we get on this subject again?
A/N| A shorter one today. Sometimes I go on and on when I shouldn't.