Duuuuuude, my sister's dinner owned me in the face. She makes awesome mashed atatoes, they weren't runny, but nice and thick, buttery and perfectly salted... With a side of lightly seasoned green beans and succulent, juicy chicken seasoned with lemon pepper and cumin and thyme and a little paprika, with a piece of buttered bread and a glass of milk... Ah, being home totally owns... She said she's making tuna casserole tomorrow! :D

Edit: Ugh. Those days were so good. Now she always wants to go out to eat. And I oblige. Because she's a qt3.14.

TT isn't mine and...Lalala~

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BeastBoy frowned in his sleep, grumbling uncomfortably as a drop of condensation fell on his face and rolled into his eyes. He wiped at it, startled when his arm wouldn't lift without some extra work. He blinked the water away, almost shocked at the mask directly in front of him. Robin was asleep - that much he could tell, and the gasp the green teen had let out a moment ago hadn't awakened him. Dawn hadn't completely arrived, but her warm, rosy fingers prodded at the sky.

He didn't jiggle his arm that was pinned between the bodies. He didn't budge the hand on Robin's shoulder, the elbow resting on a pale arm that was draped over his own waist.

The changeling closed his eyes, and simply... Enjoyed it. It felt like... He was wanted. So he laid there, enjoying the arm around his waist and his head laying on a toned bicep. He felt very pink right then, a light, airy pink, like the very top of the rainbow, when it was next to a cloud.

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"Alright," Robin said, "Nothing here, either." A lightly calloused, slim but strong hand crossed off another grid of latitude-longitude from the list.

A green bird swooped down from the trees, and BeastBoy landed on the ground. "The frigatesbirds here haven't seen anything here that's out of the ordinary. They keep a wide range of territory, so... We'll have about 50 meters' leeway of radius to work with."

Then, besides the chirping of birds and the padding, crunching footsteps they took, there were no noises. Both could simply tell there was something on the other's mind, and that it weighed on them heavily. But, that awareness was pushed aside into their own selfish minds, and they concerned themselves with themselves.

Robin held a branch up, and passed under it. He held it up for BeastBoy. He was thinking about what he'd done last night. Guh, stupid! At least his friend didn't know. What was he thinking? In retrospect that was just... Eugh. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt about it. It had been a very loose moment. He'd have to strengthen up. Train harder. He figured it was also kind of creepy... But he had- THUMP!

The branch left a red mark, and he grabbed his stinging cheek with one hand, and held it to the side with another. "Sorry, dude, thought you'd come through," BeastBoy said, readjusting his backpack. Robin didn't say much back, just shook his head and mumbled, not looking his teammate in the eye.

BeastBoy squirmed in his mind. The pink feeling had burnt off in the sun, and now he felt like... Burnt umber. That might be because they were in the woods, and being all... woodsy, granted, but he knew there was something under that. Robin wouldn't talk to him, but the high he'd had earlier... Well, the gray wisped at the edges of his toes, but there was a pale yellow above him, and he was grabbing wildly at the edges of the good color, and doing rather well. Like Robin, BeastBoy was trying to deal with his inner negativity. It wasn't bad today, though, and he cheered up when he saw a bright blue lizard. He bent to pick it up.

Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed, he mused, as the reptile weaved around his fingers, nipping at the roughened tips.

"There's another clearing in about seven kilometers," Robin said, reading something from the T-Comm. "We can look in the area as we go."

"Thanks, Admiral Obvious," BeastBoy said, cracking his first joke in a while. Robin looked at him, not quite smiling. "I'm demoted to admiral?" "Well, your work has been slacking lately in... Obvious-thing-stating." Ooh. That sucked. Good joke telling, it seemed, needed to be used daily. Robin laughed anyways. BeastBoy grinned, and they trekked on.

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Eh, meh. Everyone kept...coming into my house... And...Watching TV and... Playing the bother game with me

I think I will got eat a flan now.

Edit: Heh I guess it isn't too terrible. Hopefully it looks better than before. Also, I haven't had flan since, Jeez, two years. What have I been doing with my life?