Almost done. C:

Edit: Yeah, liar, whatever..

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"Hwah!" THUNK. There was a loud rippling of covers as they flailed and were swept onto the floor with a sturdy teenage body. BeastBoy winced into the wall at the sudden loss of warm covers, and pulled his lithe, little arms into his T-shirt. Robin, however, twitched on the floor. Twin beds were really too damned small. The teenage superhero got up slowly, rubbing his back. Through the pale film of his mask, he eyed the clock. 6:38 AM.

He crawled back into the warm bed, yanking the covers back up and over himself and his bed-mate. A strong, pale arm wrapped around BeastBoy's elbow, and he pressed the length of his body against the younger man's. Robin closed his eyes, nuzzling into the comfortable, frizzy bristly bush that was BeastBoy's hair.

"Hmm!" came a pleased, half-awake murmur, and BeastBoy's arm came out of his tee, petting Robin's forearm softly.

Five minutes later, the alarm went off for 7 o'clock training.

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Starfire threw all of her starbolts on-target, but a little too ferociously. Raven told her so. The redhead lightened up her attacks, but her tight-lipped expression didn't change much. Cyborg set a new record for hacking a system, but then Robin pointed out he'd done the same code last week. Cyborg shrugged it off, saying that Robin's kicks were a little off-center today. And he was right about that. Raven and BeastBoy sparred across the roof.

"You're changing too slowly," she shouted at him, the barest hint of a grin poking at her face. She stifled it, and it dissipated completely when he got a right hook in. "Yeah, and your hand-to-hand combat is nonexistent!" She retaliated with a strong kick to the stomach.

"Unf!"

And pinned him to the ground under her boot. "BeastBoy," she growled, "You know better than that." A loud 'ding' from a clock stationed in the middle of the practice field made all of the Titans stop. Raven helped BeastBoy up. Starfire landed, her feet slamming into the ground cracking it. Cyborg cracked his knuckles. Robin turned off the ringing alarm.

"So... Breakfast?" he asked, grinning at his teammates.

Cyborg was immediately gone from sight. BeastBoy approached Starfire, talking with her as they went downstairs. Well, talking at her. Still upset, she wasn't looking at him and her face was stretched into a frown. Raven hung back, watching the second-oldest Titan picking up some stray practice materials.

"So," she said, picking up a broken ceramic plate chip that Starfire had broken from her target array. "Hm?" the black-haired boy looked at her as he re-tied a punching bag to its stand. "Something up?"

Raven picked up another piece of plate. "You and BeastBoy," she said slowly. Darkness encased the ceramic shards, and they floated up to the ceiling, where their other halves waited. "Oh. Yeah."

"Are you going to tell Starfire, or..." the violet-eyed girl concentrated on binding the ceramic plates back together. From the corner of her eye, she saw him scratching his head. "Well, yeah," he drawled. "I mean, it would be wrong to both of them if I didn't." She didn't say anything, but he knew she agreed with him. As the oldest members – and the first two – Raven and Robin had a tender kind of friendly relationship. He'd been interested in her when they first met, but it hadn't lasted long. She hadn't been interested. Still wasn't.

"Need help?" she offered, staring up at the fixed ceramic plates. There was a dark brown line running along the line where the beige plates had been fixed. There was a silence, hanging in the air tensely between them. The lights buzzed softly. "Nah," he finally pushed out, "I better do it myself. You know." Raven shrugged, and started walking to the door. "Yeah," she said, almost as quietly as her cape that softly swished along the floor.

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Downstairs, BeastBoy had finally made Starfire smile. He was just working on a laugh, now... Greenish eyes watched him carefully tiptoe towards Cyborg, balancing the tofu and orange juice juust so..

"BeastBoy! Put that-"

The tofu-orange juice tower slipped from surprised, gloved fingers. Mid-forkful, Cyborg was drenched in vitamin-C and protein-enriched tofu. Calmly, he looked at BeastBoy, who had shrunk immediately against the counter.

"You ruined my bacon pancake with sausage and maple syrup on eggs and steak." BeastBoy shook his head wildly from left to right, pointing at Raven, who held her head in her hand. "No way! I was gonna balance it on your egg-like head! Raven distracted me! SACRIFICE HER TO YOUR COMPUTER GOD FIRST." And then, there was a scrambling of feathers as a green bird attempted to get out of the kitchen. Cyborg leapt up, but slipped on the squishy, orange-and-white mess around him a fell with a loud flump on the tile floor.

"BEAST BOYYYYY!" He shouted angrily, slipping and falling loudly as he tried to get his heavy hulking self up. Starfire finally laughed. From the shadows of her hood, Raven smiled at the sound. Of Starfire laughing – not Cyborg and BeastBoy's angry-scared, cat-mouse game that had shifted to the living room. Since last week at the mall, she hadn't heard that sound once – a record for the Tamaranian, who was almost always in high spirits.

Pale fingers reached for the cabinet containing all of her tea. Robin walked in, took one look at the mess, and sighed. He grabbed a box of cereal and started eating it like popcorn. "You seem in a good mood," he said to his girlfriend. She looked at him, the smile fading some. "Yes," she said slowly, "Robin, I -"

Raven cursed as she spilled some hot water on her leg. The redhead immediately got up from where she was sitting, eying Raven's reddening thigh. "Raven! Are you alright?" The violet-haired girl grimaced a grin and forced a "Never been better!" as she turned and finished making her tea. Starfire looked at her last-night roommmate wearily. "Starfire, can I, uh," Robin stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words.

Green eyes glanced at him. He was almost shocked at the indiscernible expression. Starfire was a book, always easy to read. But, suddenly, he... Couldn't? Almost instantly, the eyes flicked to Raven. "Friend Raven," Starfire said softly, "Sit, I'll bring you some burn salve from the resting room." Raven turned back around, biting her lower lip fiercely. A crash resounded as Cyborg shot his cannon at a green blur. "Thanks," she mustered, sitting down with a mug of hot water, tea steeping.

The redhead got up, and flashed away. In a moment, she had returned. Detachedly, Robin watched his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend kneel in a syrupy, tofuy mess and apply aloe to the swelling redness. Wheels in his head slowly churned as he thought about other things.

When his eyes flickered up into amethyst ones, it made sense. This would be easy. No problem. Starfire would be alright. It would all be okay. Suddenly, his jitters were completely gone, and as Starfire stood, he almost cheerily told her that it was over.

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Uwaaahh~ I meant to put this up last week...oops.

Edit: Liar. Not many tweaks to this chapter.