A big thank-you to everyone who read the last chapter, and a bigger thank you to those who reviewed!
I'm really glad you guys liked it. Makes me feel worth something. Oh, and I may not have mentioned, but these are all unrelated drabble-type things. Sorry if you thought otherwise.
Disclaimer: What, the Jedi mind-trick didn't work on you? Darn, and I've been practicing, too.
And, now for somthing that will make the lot of you grin: some love for Cyborg! This might be the color you expected for him, though. If it's not, tell me what is. I wanna know!
Brown is a good color. It's a warm color, too, which is something I miss. Brown is… dead grass and dirt stuck to the bottom of your cleats. It's a football passing back and forth between a few friends. It's meat grilled to perfection, and doused in thick, rich barbeque sauce for good measure. It's roughly the color of what's left of my human body, if you want to get technical.
Brown is warm, like I said. It's the color of earth that's been sitting in the sun. I miss being warm, 'cause it's just not the same anymore. Sure, my systems tell me if it's hot or cold out, but I don't feel it at hardly at all, only in the ten percent of me that's still human. It could be twenty below or eighty above, and I'd barely know the difference.
And, if you think about it, brown is a normal, average sort of color. You see somebody wearing, I dunno, like, an electric blue type color, and you'll probably stare at 'em for a while. But the same guy, only wearing brown instead, and you wouldn't give him a second glance. Anonymity, the word is, I guess.
Ah, the joys of writing Cyborg. He feels a little out of character to me, though. What do you think?
IamtotallyKewlio, out for now.