The charger to my laptop broke! :C I should be getting a new one this week though…
Mm… This weekend was great. I had spicy Kung-Pao chicken with white, steamed rice… College rules so hard! Chinese food rules HARDERRRRR. And reviewers… you rock even *harder*. Thanks especially to Rodnii, Life-Line, and . for the multiple reviews! Watchers, you guys are awesome, too. *loves on*
Um… I'm hungry.. When I finish this chapter, I'm walking back to my dorm and eating left-over Kung Pao and fried vegetable rice… Mmmm…
Edit: Ha. This is funny because the restaurant you got that from is horrible. Also, if I could tell you now.. That might be your downfall. This day right here, it's documented, now, the day you sold your soul to China. Heh.
No owny Teen Titans, ja, it's Marvel's and stuff, eh? *dances off*
Edit: Goddamnit, I was annoying.
Aqualad sure knew how to land a plane, if anything. None of the sleeping boys felt anything as the plane glided into the water, and gently swelled to a pause. The tide barely rippled on the island shore because of the disturbance. The Atlantian could see, very clearly with his exceptional vision, an old man's silhouette, standing as still as a rock on the shoreline. He cut the idling motor, and stood. His bones popped as he stretched, and he grabbed his phone to check the texts. Finished with his affairs, he turned, mouth open as he prepared to shout, "WAKE UP, YOU LAZY BUMS!" at the top of his lungs, mostly for his own amusement.
He was stopped, however, at the glorious, wonderful, fantastic blackmail material before him, and he turned on the camera of his phone. A slim, black-gloved finger flicked on a dim overlight switch, and the image came into clear view. He snapped a photo, cackling evilly in his mind. Ooo, this was so going on FaceBook, at the very, very least.
He tiptoed over to Robin and BeastBoy, who were hugging each other in their sleep. Oh, this was grand… He snapped another photo. A new FaceBook album was underway!
He stood back, a wide, catlike smile on his face. It was kind of cute, really. BeastBoy was cuddled into Robin's chest, his head on the older one's collarbone. Robin's arm was slung over the smaller teen's shoulder, and his face was buried in green hair. Aqualad thought quickly. What is the best way to ruin a Kodak moment? He settled for the bullhorn that was tucked above the cockpit for "emergency purposes only".
Half an hour later, Speedy waved energetically from the cockpit of the jet, and Aqualad lay unconscious in the back, phone snapped in two. A large, throbbing bump was swelling on the front of his forehead.
Robin picked up some of their things. They'd set up camp elsewhere, but first, they'd have to lug this stuff to the village… He sighed, and started walking. He hadn't said much to BeastBoy this morning, due to the awkward way they had woken up. Tangled with each other, they'd fallen onto the floor of the jet, and Robin felt like he had crushed BeastBoy. He pulled another bag from the pile.
BeastBoy was silent, too, stewing in his own thoughts. Before they reached the edge of the bay, they saw the man that Aqualad had seen earlier. Robin grinned, setting down the bags. He jogged up to the old man, and bowed, greeting him respectfully. BeastBoy walked, but greeted the elderly fellow in the same way. The old man bowed back, his bones creaking audibly.
BeastBoy looked at the ancient, dark-skinned man wonderingly as Robin talked with him in a strange language. He had once been light-skinned, that much he could tell. The leathery, sun-tanned skin was wrinkled beyond belief, from scowls and smiles and hard work in the sun. The man was dressed in a dark, maroon cloth that looked like a dress. If he'd known the language, he'd have made some kind of joke about it. The green teen admired the headpiece the native wore, and all of his beads and shells and necklaces. When he smiled, there were only four teeth, but the smile was warm. He smelled like aloe and tobacco. Beads were strung in the man's long, stringy black hair and BeastBoy wondered how loud the man would click when he toddled along.
Robin grinned at BeastBoy. "This is Mishma, an elder of the Vestige," he explained, a little of the strange accent still on his tongue. It gave his voice an exotic flavor, BeastBoy thought, and then mentally kicked himself for it. "He brought a cart to carry our equipment. He wants us to visit the village for two nights, to bless our voyage and stuff. Is that cool?"
BeastBoy grinned. "Yeah, man, bring on the blessings!" he said, laughing. "A cart would be nice, too…" Green eyes wandered to the… Rather large pile of things.
A couple of Amazonian-tall men with dark brown skin came into view, as the tall grasses were pushed aside. The boys shared a high-five, immediately relieved they didn't have to make multiple trips inland. They loaded up the cart, and helped push it to the village.
Well.. It's about to be bedtime… I hope you liked this short chapter, though! C: I'll try to get another new one in this week.
Now..to go get some rice… Mm…
Edit: Don't worry, you get all the rice you want, in the future. Also, hope this is improved.
