Soo, he came up[ and stayed until yesterday, haha, so I had zero writing time, sorry. But thassokay, because today I had the. Most. Awesome. Croissant. I know what you're thinking – Eso, you eat croissants all the time. I mean, seriously – you're going to make my esophagus erupt with all the talk of your croissants.

But this croissant was different.

It. Was. Perfection.

The lady cooked the bacon a little more than the other ladies did, and it wasn't breaky. It was perfectly crunchy, crispy, chewy bacon. Cheese melted into every groove of it, between the strips and gently caressing the folded egg below... Ah... And cut perfectly in half.. So warm, gooey, crunchy, and perfectly mouthwateringly delicious...

Man, it's getting close to lunchtime...

NEWNOTE: Omfg. Leftover steamed rice and grilled chicken doused in chili sauce with a packet of soy sauce. Nonglamorous, simple and delicious.

Edit: Yeah, well… You use ellipses wrong, you use the same words too often, and your comma splices? If you loved writing as much as food…

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BeastBoy didn't feel the fingers firmly wrap around his wrists and pull him up. He stared blankly into the rain. Slowly, the realization he wasn't on the ground anymore sank in. His body, deprived all but the last droplets of energy, had a reaction time slower than a sloth. As he was carried by a tired boy only a little bigger than him, his legs swayed side-to-side lifelessly. He was too tired to even fight the gravity and close his eyes, it felt like. He stared at a wet tee-shirt, and somewhere, he was aware that it was kind of stuck to his face. A jean hemline poked his forehead every time his rescuer took a step.

Robin couldn't feel much himself. He was aware of one thing – his weight had increased, and it was getting impossible to walk. The adrenaline had worn off – all of his energy was more than gone. Black hair was flat on his head, and the rain didn't even hurt anymore, even though it was raining hard enough that – on the open beach – he could only see for a few feet. On the dry side, the forest would be a better cover. And he was very close, because the sand was changing under his shoes.

'One more step,' resounded in his head. Before today, he had been this tired only once, and that was because Slade had a damn rigorous training regime, on top of Robin's personal preferences, and then running all of his wretched errands at night. The forest was only footsteps away, and to their advantage, abnormally broad-leaved plants grew right at the edge. The waxy layer on top of them – Robin remembered that all the rain would just roll off. It was practically impermeable, and Bruce had shown the natives how to use it to make a kind of sealant.

The rain didn't suddenly stop or turn into light rain when he reached the line of tree and bush. The storm would keep for at least another hour in this condition, if not worsen. It might get better after that, but it wouldn't matter. The teenagers were, by all physical means, immobile. Robin fell to his knees, not caring about rocks that dug into his knees. He couldn't feel them. Instead of gently letting this boy down from him, he just fell forward against the tree in front of him. BeastBoy slumped off, to the side a bit. It was almost enough for Robin to wriggle out from, but he just could not move anymore.

Soaked to the bone, he stared dully out of the corner of his eye at the slate-grey shield of rain. The tree above them cut down the water falling on them immensely, and the huge fernlike things growing at the base made the thundering water almost disappear into a pale mist.

Finally, the Boy Wonder passed out, and they laid there in the rain, dead to the world.

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Ohh, I know. But I don't like boinging time to time on the same page, if that makes sense? I guess I'm weird with chapters.. Is boinging a verb? It really should be, if it's not...

Edit: ? Hopefully this is better!