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"Rae? You don't mind if I call you that, right?" If she was Miss Purple, he was Mister Green. Green skin! His name was Boy Beast, or, Beast Boy or something. His voice was tenderly shaken, and his eyes… his eyes… They were green and longing for attention. "No, not really." Raven replied simply. They continued down the dusty path. It was incredibly hot out, too hot for even the slightest worry or care, but it was the heat that made you want to care.
And yet you didn't. You just couldn't. Beastboy nudged Raven in the side, laughing. "Wanna hear a joke?" Raven thought fast. She knew this situation all too well. "No, BB. I'd rather not." Her voice became defensive, and Beastboy winced. His face crumpled. A tear filled his eye, and he changed into a rat. He took on his not-so-human form again, and laughed unsteadily. "I felt so… small." "Oh, poor thing." Raven's voice was a mixture of sarcasm and humor, toned at just the right point to sound like she cared.
"Friend Raven! I am Starfire, I like the chocolate pudding, and the bunnies." Her voice, Starfire's, was kind of baby-like, a high-pitched cry. 'Princess talk', Raven called it. "And I'm Robin." Robin's voice was coated with vanity. He definitely seemed to be the leader, even though he was wearing what looked like spandex tights. Why was she the only one in disguise? Weren't they supposed to be undercover? Why were the boys wearing spandex? Who was the Cyborg & why was he shy? Why was star wearing a mini skirt? Were they really her friends? So many questions, but one quest to answer them on.
At what could be called 5 o' clock, the group entered a small hotel at the edge of the town. "Better if we're away…." Robin had explained in a mumble while they paid for a room. The clerk, an old man with a shaggy gray beard, a vest on, a cowboy hat, and a blue plaid shirt pointed them up a narrow set of stairs with a chuckle. "Be careful nows." His voice was thick, and southern. Cyborg — Was that his name? — Grunted in what could have been a thank-you, or disgust in the small staircase. Why wouldn't he be? He was… wide. As they went up the stairs, Robin gave a quick 'thanks', and nodded his head. "What a bunch o' freaks." The clerk said faintly once they were out of sight.
"They're failing." A deep voice echoed through the stillness of the air, barely audible.
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