That same night, the team started with the first item on Starfire's list. A movie marathon. It was an easy task to start with – it wasn't uncommon for the group to sit and play games or watch movies of an evening. However, it was uncommon to be able to do so completely freely, meaning without having to still be constantly at the ready for a crime alert.
After dinner, Cyborg had quickly popped out to get snacks and drink etc, and the girls had sent Robin out with Beastboy to pick up the films – not quite trusting him to not come home with the entire of the MCU after he had already lost that particular argument.
'Come on guys! We haven't watched them in timeline order before!' He had argued but was unanimously outvoted. It might've felt like they had forever stuck inside in front of them, but Raven was not yet prepared to commit so many hours to be spent with a guaranteed-to-be-overexcited Beastboy, and said aloud that she would likely go insane if she did.
While the weather had been warm recently, the nights were still cool, so once the two remaining Titans had washed and changed they set about decorating the common room with an assortment of blankets and throws whilst they waited for the boys to return home. Raven watched with an amused expression as her best girlfriend shoved their glass coffee table to the side of the curved couch, in order to pile a mountain more fluffy blankets and cushions onto the floor. Trust Star to be so over the top about movie night. Once the layers of bedding were deemed sufficient, the pair stepped back to admire their work. Starfire switched off the main light – and the Pinterest-perfect setting was enveloped in shadow.
'Oh-'
A number of Himalayan salt lamps appeared then, plugging themselves into the sockets with the help of dark energy and relit the room in a soft orange ambience. She had broken the side lamp the other week when an exceptionally bold bit of teasing from Beastboy had caused her powers to short circuit. It hadn't yet been replaced as none of the titan's particularly needed the extra light (one perc of enhanced senses, aside from Robin who just didn't mind) – but she knew how happy her friend was with the room's mini transformation, and that she would want to show it off.
'They help balance emotional energies.' The Azareathian stated.
She was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug as Cyborg returned with a hiss of metal sliding doors.
'Damn, you guys did good.' He praised as he dumped the bags down onto the island counter the other end of the large, open-plan room. The sorceress quickly portalled them across, likely glad for the oxygen rushing into her lungs once more, and the three of them began to unpack the goods: an inordinate amount of crisps, dip, pretzels, popcorn and sweets. Undoubtedly - between Cyborg and Beastboy – it wouldn't last until the end of the first movie. As Raven reached the bottom of one bag, she pulled out a carton of almond milk and a roll of toilet paper, and looked to Cyborg questioningly, knowing they wouldn't need more of either of those items for a few days at least. The half-robot in question simply shrugged in response.
'I feel like the cashier is judging me if I don't buy any 'essential' items.' He said.
By the time Raven was floating the last bowl to it's place on the coffee table, (which took a while with the sheer amount of snacks Cyborg had purchased) Robin and Beastboy had also reappeared and gotten themselves ready. As Cyborg was largely machine, they didn't have to wait for him to do the same - though if he had Starfire would have sent him off with instructions to do so the minute he'd gotten back, and she and Raven would have finished preparations themselves in order to start sooner. As soon as the blue ceramic touched down on the glass Beastboy, already sprawled in the nest of cushions on the floor with dripping hair, dipped his hand into the dish. Black magic slapped it away.
Finally, they were all strewn over the couch and ready to argue over which film to watch – after Star had insisted on a few pictures being taken. The boys had brought back two options, The Harry Potter films and The Twilight saga. Apparently, both had been equally poor choices.
'We just went for something everyone knows, it's impossible to find something new that everyone would like – Robin just critics the stunts in almost anything with a fight scene, Cy floods the place if we watch anything sad, I'm still shaken up from the whole 'Wicked Scary' thing – I know that wouldn't happen again, Rae, but still –' Gar defended.
'They're only known because the books were good, nobody sane has watched them since they were released – unless it's Christmas.' Raven countered - and eventually, it was decided that they would watch Twilight, purely because it was the shorter of the two choices and they had already taken so long to make their selection.
As the first film began, their chatter began to die down – once in a while a whisper of a conversation would pass between them, or they'd all laugh at a quip another had made, but they mostly watched in a comfortable silence (aside from soft crunches and rustling packets). Raven sat with her legs crossed - the farthest from the rest of the group, not far enough for the distance to be noticeable but on the outer edge of the arched sofa, a blanket and one of the many pillows pulled onto her lap. Next to her sat Robin, also with a pillow on his lap – though his was put there by the Tamaranian that rest her head upon it as she spread out across the dark sofa cushions, a fluffy blanket pulled up to her chin. Her legs were slightly bent to push against the sturdy frame of Cyborg's body, as opposed to being in his lap also due to her alien height. He sat with one hand resting on the back of the sofa; the other in the bag on his lap. Beastboy was still nestled against the pile of cushions on the floor, but his hair had begun to dry, now only slightly darker than normal with the moisture that clung there. The collar of his oversized t-shirt was damp. A couple of the bowls, now empty, were stacked beside him. He'd been on team Harry Potter, since his marvel marathon had been rejected, and was getting bored of the fantasy love triangle in front of him before it had even blossomed, so fidgeted with the small hole in the knee of his joggers instead.
'This part is so creepy.' Cy complained. His words were muffled by a mouthful and the shapeshifter looked back to see his best friend scratching at the bottom of a share packet of tortilla chips. He glowed faintly blue in the dim lighting. On-screen, Edward Cullen confessed to watching the girl – with whom at this point he had very few interactions with – while she slept, and Garfield decided he wasn't in much of a hurry to turn back around. Reaching one arm up he removed one of the many pillows from behind himself and hugged it to his chest in order to lean back and see his friends more comfortably. Though looking at them upside-down, the sight of Robin and Starfire cuddled together left a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach and the widest grin on his face.
If you'd have asked him when the Titans first got together, he would've said that the idea of two teammates getting together was just weird, but after seeing the two grow closer over the years it only seemed natural for it to happen; he had no doubt that it would even be made official soon. It was hard to explain something as complex as the relationships between the members of the team. They were far more than teammates, more than the best of friends; in many ways, they were family – though Rita and the Doom Patrol had taken good care of him, he felt more at home here in the tower than anywhere else and knew that the others felt the same. Therefore, here lies the weirdness in two members becoming an item. Although, whilst it was easy for him to view Star in a sisterly manner, he knew that their leader didn't feel the same. He knew that to him, Starfire was nothing like family, yet just as important and that he couldn't help the way he often thought about her – even if it occasionally left a guilty blush on his cheeks. He knew it because he had the same problem – without the obvious reciprocation, and he often thought that one day soon it might just drive him insane.
His attention drifted along the couch to Raven, who almost seemed to glow in the orange light of the salt lamps. It made her appear much more tan than usual, and he briefly grimaced wondering how it made his own green skin look, though he didn't check. He had noticed earlier that her light sweater and matching pyjama shorts were mirrored by the set Starfire wore, though hers had been in a monochromatic purple similar to her uniform while Raven's was a simple black, and he smiled again. Though Raven would huff and complain about the girly activities Starfire would beg her to partake in, he knew she secretly enjoyed it – otherwise, she would not humour it. Similarly, he knew she would have chided Star on being so excessive in their preparations for tonight, but she looked more than content settled on the sofa now with a sea of cotton surrounding her. She didn't really seem to be watching, more as though she was wrapped up in thought but her eyes were glued to the screen. He'd almost laughed to find out that she was a secret Twilight fan - but he supposed with a book almost constantly in her lap she would run out without reading something more mundane once in a while. That didn't mean he didn't tease her about it.
Without turning back around to face the screen, he reached towards the table for the bowl he was currently making his way through (the salted pretzels) but his knuckles caught against something rough and cool, and he knocked the item into his lap. Sitting up to retrieve it, he noticed that his back ached a little from leaning so far back and flexed a little. The item he had knocked off the table was a rock – no, a lump of salt small enough to sit in the palm of his hand. He looked up and sure enough, the lamp next to him had a metal base, shaped similarly to a candle holder, and in it sat a number of the little salt rocks with a light at the bottom, as opposed to the usual singular lump with a bulb inside of it. Albeit that Raven did not often permit anybody in her room (and to this Beastboy obeyed after that mirror 'incident'), he was sure he hadn't seen these before. Even so, he knew that they were hers. The teen threw the rock up into the air and caught it a number of times as he told himself it wouldn't be a good idea to lick it, and then he tossed it towards the half-demon, expecting it to be wrapped up by her powers and flung back at him without ever making contact. Engrossed by the scene playing, however, Raven did not notice and it fell with a soft 'plop' onto the cushion in her lap. To his surprise once again, she didn't seem annoyed when she traced the object's path back to him, just confused and somewhat dazed.
'Wow Rae, I didn't realise it was fangs that got you going.' His toothy grin flashed his own.