The bird
"Beep-beep"
"Beep beep"
"uhhggg"
click
A human silhouette is lying on a bed in the middle of a room. The room is a dull grey, knick knacks, clothes and other personal articles are strewn around the area random patches of burgundy rug peeking through. In the bed is the leader of the teen titans, Robin.
Robin, stoic leader, gifted inventor, agile martial artist, though he was many of things there was one thing he was not. A morning person. With out his trusty alarm clock he was as good as dead to the world.
Though relaxing to be able to sleep in the last few months have been quite monotonous for the titans. With Slade gone and everyone else in their respective penitentiary, the titans were left with petty crime and getting the occasional cat out of the tree. That being said life right now was.
Boring.
Lying in his bed Robin allowed him self some time to collect his thoughts be for he got up. While lying down he heard light clatter coming from the vicinity of the kitchen.
Must be Raven doing her morning tea thing.
Raven
Raven, these last few months have been good to her. Now she is much more personable than she was a while ago, easier to talk to. And she has been working out; her body has much more muscle tone. You can see it in the legs those nice long legs…and that butt how I'd like to-
Catching him self in his reveries he decides to get up. Once out of bed he goes into his bathroom to execute his morning ritual of washing. Walking out of the bathroom in a pair of pink boxers he goes to his closet to decide what to wear to day.
What to wear. What to wear, casual…casual would be good.
Reaching into his closet he pulls out a pair of worn blue jeans on top he dons a white tee shirt and over that Robin throws on a red long sleeve dress shirt not caring to
Button it. Running his fingers through his unruly black hair he walks out of his room.
The hall ways are still silent. The other titans still sleeping allowing Robin to enjoy some of his morning without the usual ruckus. Though he cares for his fellow team mates dearly he also love the occasional silent morning with the daily news and a good hot cup of cider, he never really enjoyed coffee for it was too bitter for his taste.
Shuffling to the kitchen counter he finds the water boiler already with hot water.
Note to self thank Raven later.
Cider and paper in hand Robin sits down at the communal table facing the sun to watch the rest of the sun rise while sipping his cider. When the sun came fully into view robin opened his paper and waited for the other to get up because today is cyborg's day to cook.