Mmm... My tuna croissant was delicious. And then I had a Cracker Jack snack, and some mini-doughnuts, too! :D

Edit: Hah, wait 'til it's Jack Whiskey. But seriously, Cracker Jack is amazing. Haven't had that in a minute either.

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"Alright! Thanks, Speedy," Robin said, jotting something down. BeastBoy stared at the sky with the eyes of a hawk. He always saw the stars better like this. He heard Robin taking notes... Apparently, Speedy had given him a more precise location. Neither of the teens knew Speedy's source, but trusted him, nonetheless.

"Alright, say it! Come on, you fish, you!" the green hawk's head moved, looking at the communicator. Bee?

"I don't wanna!" a loud, whiny voice cried, and some crashes permeated the peaceful clearing. The hawk hopped over to the small screen, and Robin saw a glint of laughter in the bird's eyes. The Boy Wonder had a small crescent of a smile on his face, too, as he watched the hardcore, tough black girl on screen manhandle the Atlantian onto the screen. He saw her glaring, his long hair wrapped in her fist. The pretty boy, a lump still on his head, was whining at her to let him go.

BeastBoy switched back to his human nature, and bit back a loud laugh.

"Say it, or I'll cut it all off," the woman behind him said, menacingly. BeastBoy thought he could hear the snipping of scissors, and apparently, so did the Atlantian.

"I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYOHGODDON'TDOITBEEEEEEEEEE!"

That sent the teens into gales of laughter, and Aqualad's crying face was pushed offscreen. Bee replaced him.

She gave them a wink. "Cute pictures... He managed to get them off the sim card," she said. "I got rid of them, though."

"Thanks, Bumblebee," they said, solemnly. She had done them a great favor... Laughter was not in order. Besides... She'd probably poke fun at them, and a quick glance between them kept it quiet. Potential laughter boiled in their stomachs, though, and they were both inwardly wondering - who was the man between her and Cyborg?

"Well, I'll let you go," she said, looking away as a sound rang on her side, "Pizza's here. Good luck, guys."

And with that, she was gone. The screen went blue, asking Robin what he wanted to do next. They laughed and joked about Aqualad, as Robin put the satellite phone away. They didn't mention the pictures, or anything that could possibly be related to them. Eventually, a tension built up. The fire started dying. "Uh, we'll get going pretty early," the black-haired boy said, trying to make conversation after an awkward silence. "Yeah."

Another awkward silence. BeastBoy broke this one. "Well... I think I'll hit the sack," he said, standing and stretching, with an exaggerated yawn.

"'Kay. Sleep well. We have another long day ahead of us in the morning…" Robin trailed off, poking the dying embers with a stick. They picked up again, a bit, anyways. His jeans and tee were dirty, and he'd switch into a tee in a few minutes when he went to sleep. A dirty sleeping bag for a week was not in his itinterary.

A green hand slid the tent flap open, silently, and he stepped inside. Today had been pleasant, he mused. It was better than most days... Maybe getting away from it all had been good for him. Well, most of "it all," he corrected himself, thinking of his mild soft spot for his companion.

As he stripped off the dirtied body suit, he thought about how much cleaner he simply felt from all this pure, untouched environment. A part of him, in the back of his mind, felt bad for absorbing the good vibes, but... The other part felt good about it. He felt fresher, and less dirty and hideous. He had looked in a puddle earlier and not felt completely revolted.

But then, as he was reaching for his backpack, he paused, the dark, thick, aberrations on his skin stood out starkly in the moonlight. He felt his stomach churn. Green eyes squinted shut, and he felt for his pajamas blindly. He didn't want to look at that. He felt grey again, the brief, pale blue fingers of relief dropping him back into a melancholy drabness. The glimmer of hope dissipated, and he realized that no, he didn't feel better. It was just a fleeting white thought – a gash of white wasn't uncommon when you were in the grey, but soon, the blackness would be there.

He curled up under the sleeping bag, eyes still shut. He felt a warmth on his face, and shuddered, bile bubbling at the back of his throat threateningly. A deep, shaky breath helped. Then another, and another, and another. Eventually, they evened out, and soon after, he fell asleep.

Outside, Robin sat, sleepless. The light from the fire was nothing but a hot, red glow. It had died to embers. He was thinking about what Speedy had told him, every few moments, but his mind kept drifting to the teammate inside the tent. He sighed, and cradled his head in his hands. Dew was starting to set. He could feel moisture settling on his bent neck. The issue... Although wrong and awkward, would have to wait. Nothing bad had happened so far, right? Robin's head brewed with unorthodox thoughts. It can wait, at least until something does go wrong. It's not that important. Not that big a deal. I can handle this.

All these thoughts, unprepared, impromptu, and simply the easiest, laziest way were weird for Robin, but outside of this, he couldn't really think of much to do about this feeling he had in his ribs. It had been a lot easier with Starfire. At least he knew she liked him back. Also, it wasn't exactly... Taboo for a guy and a girl to mate – regardless that she was an alien. What would the public think? It wasn't a question he liked to ask, or even think about... He had his entire team to worry for, though. Plus, Starfire was... Starfire was simple. She was smart, sure, but she was simple. Very easy to figure out, very easy to read, very easy to talk to (even if she didn't always understand)... The whole nine yards. Garfield Logan, BeastBoy, BB... He hid how he felt, and Robin was certain of it. He was hard to figure out, because he was serious and not serious... And you couldn't really tell the difference all the time. The young man was easy to talk to, but it wasn't really easy to get info out of him. He joked too much to give you a straight answer. It seemed like he had as many faces as he had names.

The frown on Robin's face deepened. He had taken to calling the younger teen Garfield in his mind. Gar when he used it more than once. The Boy Wonder really liked that name. He couldn't explain why, but... He'd just given up on trying to stop calling him that. He'd just have to be careful not to actually call BeastBoy that name when they talked.

The embers had faded, and Robin's shirt was uncomfortably damp. He decided it was time for rest.

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Dudududu~.

Pizzatime!

Edit: Actually, I don't know if that's improved or not. It felt alright. Hopefully it's better.