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It was unfortunate, but Beast Boy regretted nothing.
Except maybe ruining the remote, but hey, they had, like, eight others.
It had started out normal enough. Him and Cyborg were arguing over the remote, Raven was reading and Starfire was setting the table for some unpronounceable – and probably inedible too – Tameranian meal. Robin was nowhere in sight.
The argument had started to get both heated and physical. Beast Boy had morphed into a squirrel and had managed to snatch the remote from his friend's hands. Cyborg hadn't been happy, so of course a chase followed.
Or it would've done if Beast Boy hadn't tripped up.
As a result both Beast Boy and and the remote went flying. The changeling was lucky: he landed not far from the table where Starfire had started serving the food. The remote was not so lucky.
It landed in the food.
It went splat.
The food went gomp.
The food...went all over Beast Boy.
Robin returned from...wherever he had been a few minutes later. He noticed how Starfire wasn't her usual perky self, and soon managed to get the whole, gooey story from Raven.
As soon as he could, he approached Beast Boy's room and knocked gently.
"Come in."
Silently, the Boy Wonder entered. Beast Boy had cleared some room around his full-length mirror was currently wrestling with something metallic trapped within his emerald green tresses.
Robin approached him from behind. "Raven told me what happened."
"Uh-huh." Beast Boy grunted. "D'ya mind giving me a hand?"
Robin walked closer. "Why do you have a spoon in your hair?"
"Star forgot to take it out before she put it on the table." He stood up. "And now my hands are stuck."
Robin tried not to snicker. It was true though; the goopy spoon was not only trapping Beast Boy's hair, but a large portion of his hand. Robin took some scissors from a nearby table and advanced.
Beast Boy retreated. "Woah, dude, you are not cutting my hair."
"Can you think of any other way of getting that spoon out?"
Beast Boy backed up against the mirror.
Placing the scissors back down on the table with a sigh, Robin reached forward and started to mimic Beast Boy's previous actions of tugging on the utensil.
"Ow. Ow! Ow! Dude, that hurts."
"Do you want this spoon out or not?"
"Ow! Yeah, but you – ow! - don't need to pull – hey! - that hard!"
Robin ignored him and continued to pull. Beast Boy jerked forwards, tripped over a stray something and for the second time that day fell over.
...Only this time he brought Robin down with him.
The two stared at each other.
Robin cleared his throat. "My hand's stuck too."
"Shame."
The Boy Wonder shifted his weight uncomfortably on top of Beast Boy. "So what do we do now?"
Stupid question.
In a matter of seconds Robin found himself on his back. Beast Boy was now on top, grinning wide.
"Oh, I'm sure we can think of something, dude."
Yep. Definitely no regrets.