Continuity: *singing* Ran-dom-ly all-ot-ted!
Dedicated: To Becky, who loves Starfire x Beast Boy.
Bleh: Garfield is Beast Boy; Vic is Cyborg; Koriand'r is Starfire. Officially.
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Yes
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"Hello, pretty lady," he grinned, leering in a friendly fashion at her from the relative comfort of the couch. Green arms cast casually over the cloth, fingertips draping along the arch of the couch's back, he was a peculiar image of amusing suave-ness. "And what brings you to my most excellent company?"
Koriand'r blinked politely, if somewhat bewildered by his comments, and clapped her gloved hands together softly as she apparently decided to forego any explanations on his part. "It would give me pleasure," she began haltingly, "to engage in home-viewing of a movie. I have thought to bring a variety of films," she gestured to a carefully stacked pile of movie boxes beside the television, "in hopes of finding someone to 'hang out' with." She smiled sweetly, and looked a bit anxious, as though she feared he would turn himself into some large cat and bite at her.
Garfield grinned and coyly patted the seat beside himself, green hand depressing the cushion momentarily. "Awright, Star," he said gamely, "bring on the movies. I think I'm up for some one-on-one hang out time." He waggled his slender eyebrows meaningfully, fangs silver where he grinned again.
Said meaning was utterly lost on the Tamaran princess.
"Oh, this is very joyous," she beamed, green eyes gleaming happily as, quite ltierally, she began to float. "I will select a film for us to watch in," she hesitated, beginning to more or less slowly fly toward the media-system, "this 'hanging out' that you and Cyborg often do with one another." Koriand'r settled on her feet before the movies and began studiously picking at the boxes with a determined expression.
"Well," hedged Garfield, just as determined to see up her tight purple skirt, "I don't think it'll be exactly the same as me'n'Vic hangin' out." He was certain Cyborg would look at him weird if he got to ogling the older Titan.
She looked at him with a disappointed expression, despondently clutching a thin DVD case between her slim hands. "Oh," she said, even her hair seeming to droop slightly. "Are we not friends, Beast Boy?" She cocked her head to the side and held the case tightly, distraught.
Having an awareness of how delicate her feelings tended to be, he rushed to make his quickly forged amends. "No, no, not like that, it's not like I don't wanna hang with you" - he had the distinct sensation of digging his own grave - "but, y'know, you're not Vic. Which is a good thing!" he hastened to clarify, sweating slightly at her forlorn face. "I like hangin' with you 'cause you're not the big scifi dude." Another reason was buried in there he was *not* going to say to her face.
She blinked, no longer upset but not truly following what he had hurriedly said. "Ah," she nodded formally, smiling as she lifted the DVD, "yes. Um - shall we view this movie?"
Garfield looked at her as though she had suddenly switched languages. "I," he announced, "do not understand you."
She smiled politely again, equally confused, and proceeded to slide the DVD into place.
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Notes: No point necessary.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the fic is owned by Palla. Drink five glasses of milk a day - it's good for your bones. Gasp!
Dedicated: To Becky, who loves Starfire x Beast Boy.
Bleh: Garfield is Beast Boy; Vic is Cyborg; Koriand'r is Starfire. Officially.
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Yes
-
"Hello, pretty lady," he grinned, leering in a friendly fashion at her from the relative comfort of the couch. Green arms cast casually over the cloth, fingertips draping along the arch of the couch's back, he was a peculiar image of amusing suave-ness. "And what brings you to my most excellent company?"
Koriand'r blinked politely, if somewhat bewildered by his comments, and clapped her gloved hands together softly as she apparently decided to forego any explanations on his part. "It would give me pleasure," she began haltingly, "to engage in home-viewing of a movie. I have thought to bring a variety of films," she gestured to a carefully stacked pile of movie boxes beside the television, "in hopes of finding someone to 'hang out' with." She smiled sweetly, and looked a bit anxious, as though she feared he would turn himself into some large cat and bite at her.
Garfield grinned and coyly patted the seat beside himself, green hand depressing the cushion momentarily. "Awright, Star," he said gamely, "bring on the movies. I think I'm up for some one-on-one hang out time." He waggled his slender eyebrows meaningfully, fangs silver where he grinned again.
Said meaning was utterly lost on the Tamaran princess.
"Oh, this is very joyous," she beamed, green eyes gleaming happily as, quite ltierally, she began to float. "I will select a film for us to watch in," she hesitated, beginning to more or less slowly fly toward the media-system, "this 'hanging out' that you and Cyborg often do with one another." Koriand'r settled on her feet before the movies and began studiously picking at the boxes with a determined expression.
"Well," hedged Garfield, just as determined to see up her tight purple skirt, "I don't think it'll be exactly the same as me'n'Vic hangin' out." He was certain Cyborg would look at him weird if he got to ogling the older Titan.
She looked at him with a disappointed expression, despondently clutching a thin DVD case between her slim hands. "Oh," she said, even her hair seeming to droop slightly. "Are we not friends, Beast Boy?" She cocked her head to the side and held the case tightly, distraught.
Having an awareness of how delicate her feelings tended to be, he rushed to make his quickly forged amends. "No, no, not like that, it's not like I don't wanna hang with you" - he had the distinct sensation of digging his own grave - "but, y'know, you're not Vic. Which is a good thing!" he hastened to clarify, sweating slightly at her forlorn face. "I like hangin' with you 'cause you're not the big scifi dude." Another reason was buried in there he was *not* going to say to her face.
She blinked, no longer upset but not truly following what he had hurriedly said. "Ah," she nodded formally, smiling as she lifted the DVD, "yes. Um - shall we view this movie?"
Garfield looked at her as though she had suddenly switched languages. "I," he announced, "do not understand you."
She smiled politely again, equally confused, and proceeded to slide the DVD into place.
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Notes: No point necessary.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the fic is owned by Palla. Drink five glasses of milk a day - it's good for your bones. Gasp!