"Duuuudes! Check it out! Hehehehehe!" Beast Boy waltzes/sashays his way into the Main Room and pumps his biceps dramatically before running both palms up along the lateral sides of a freshly 'sheered' head of green hair. "I'm too sexy for my sideburns! Too sexy for my sideburrrrrrns!"

Cyborg glances up, smirks, and flips a page in the comic book he's reading at the kitchen table. "Don't go there, little man. 'Beast Boy' and 'sexy' are two train cars that just DON'T BELONG on the same track, ya dig?"

"Pffft!" Beast Boy sticks his tongue out and strikes another pose, snapping his fingers Fonze-style. "Nuts to you, spark-plug-in-the-grass! You should be jealous of me! Because I can grow hair! And because I can do whatever I want with it! And because I can—"

"Yo! Knock it off before I sock it off!" Cyborg barks. "So you got a bit of a trim today while out on the town. Big deal. Doing nothing but gettin' somebody to lower your ears only makes you psuedo-handsome at best."

"Uhh…..would you mind translating that for the nerdy-impaired?"

"Hair isn't always where it's at, little man," Cyborg flips a page. "Most of the time it's appearance, charm, class—"

"What do you know? I don't see a darn follicle anywhere on your body! Even your nostrils are clean!"

"I'll have you know I AM HAIRY!"

Beast Boy winces. "Nnnngh….okay. Sorry I went there…."

"Seriously, dawg," Cyborg flips a page and shrugs. "I just…….ya know……..choose not do grow it out."

"Really……."

"Yup."

"Why's that, dude?"

"I tried a 'fro once. Only grew on the right side. THAT'S why!"

"Hehehehehehehe!"

"So—like—unless you wanted to be fighting alongside Frederick Douglas when taking on Overload…..or something akin to that bad dude in 'Unbreakable', I thought I might just leave it at Picard style. Seems to work on the few ladies I do ever so gracefully offer my autograph to," Cyborg adds with a coy smirk.

"Dude….you in a 'fro….hehehehehehe!" Beast Boy bends over and slaps his knee.

"Just what the heck did you have done to your head anyways?"

"What? Don't tell me it's anything BUT righteous!"

"It's like you turned from Anakin Skywalker to Ethan Hawke to George Clooney overnight!"

"Uhm….th-that's a good thing, right?"

"Feh…..Whatever….."

"You don't believe in my funky-style ruggedness, do you?"

"Get facial hair first, man. Then you might be a good neighborhood block away from 'Rugged'."

"Pffft! What do you know, baldy! Go back to your manga hair fantasies."

Cyborg waves his comic book around and hisses: "This is DARK HORSE! It is nowhere NEAR crossing the line of the Rising Sun!"

"Pffft….Whatever you say, Mister Dragonbell Zit."

"Man….."

"Cowboy Peacock…..Fun Metal Astronaut….whatever the heck it is you watch."

"Man, you don't know ANYTHING!"

"Hey Starfire, do you like—"

SWOOOOOSH! TH-THWUMP! The Tamaranian has him in a deathly strong hug.

"Heeeeeeee!" she coos. "I love it! It is most endearing and mature-looking!"

Beast Boy coughs, wheezes, and manages a weary smile. "R-Really? Mature?"

"Mmmmhmm," Starfire smiles and lets him go. She smiles with her hands cupped together and her head leaning to the side. "You resemble to me those televised Terran musicians of masculine youth whose skin look like immaculate polystyrene sheets and whose voices collectively exhibit an effeminate quality!"

"Erm……..," Beast Boy sweatdrops. "……Boy Band members?"

"Heee heee heee!" Starfire pumps an arm in a cheer with her eyes cutely shut. "Lance, the Fresh-Water Fish!"

"Er….Y-Yeah…..Uhm……Thanks…..I-I think…."

"Beast Boy…..if I may……," Starfire murmurs.

"H-Huh?"

She reaches behind him and feels the back of his head. "Hee hee! It is always so endearing the little short hairs on the back of Terran male heads!"

"Dude. Cyborg. Are you getting this?"

"I'm telling Robin."

"EEP! Uhm….St-Star?" Beast Boy holds Starfire's wrists and simpers. "Eh heh heh…..I'd love to stay and chat….b-but, uhm…..I must go and—like—mail Elasti-Girl some tofu or something."

"Mmmhmmm…I fare the well, Beast Boy. It has been a pleasure sharing the short hairs with you."

"Erm…..anytime!" Beast Boy walks off, rubbing the back of his neck and nervously murmuring. "Man, I feel so dirty and so happy at the same time……"

Starfire takes a deep breath, smiling. She turns about and shuffles over towards the sofas and chairs at the windows of the Main Room. "It is glorious to see him in such high spirits. I feel that the interaction with the Doom Patrol has heightened his personal awareness in such a positive manner."

"Mmmmhmmmm," I sit—swallowed up by a sofa. A paperback book is in my lap. I flip a page….left to right. "Though, don't be too hasty, Star," I murmur and adjust my robe some. "A haircut doesn't really mean anything these days."

"That is an unfortunate thought," Starfire frowns. She then returns a smile with hopeful vigor. "Was not Beast Boy more handsome than usual?"

"……….eh."

"………………well….," Starfire fidgets. "…..someone within this Tower should give him the honor of noticing…"

My lips curve slightly. I flip another page and glance at her. "But it's neither one of us, Star. So….who would it be?"

"Erm….well—"

"Robin?"

"Eeep!" Starfire gasps. "Do not insinuate that!"

"Insinuate what?"

"…….n-not……..n-not that my people have anything of distaste in regards to such, of course!" she nervously blushes.

"Don't sweat it, Starfire. I was only teasing you…."

She squints at me suspiciously. "I fear that there is more at hand here than Beast Boy's descent of the auditory sensors…."

"'Lowering of the ears'?"

"Indeed," Starfire points at me. "You strike me as far more jubilant than…..erm…..your normal level of 'jubilation'…."

"Like I've told you before, Star….," I flip a page. "……finally facing Trigon like I did for the first time really……really took a lot out of me." I take a deep breath and murmur. "…..took a lot out that I didn't want to have boiling over….."

"Wonderful!" she claps her hands together and smiles at me. "Then you are…..happier?"

"I'm no less intelligent than I was beforehand," I murmur.

"…..I beg of your pardon?"

"Nothing," I sigh and flip a page. "Don't worry about me, Star. I'm Otherwise you would have insisted of my departure from your presence multiple seconds ago."

My temple pulses with a throbbing artery. "Still ticking……"

"I know!" Starfire brightens—as always. "Hee hee—You should also endeavor upon a new hairstyle!"

"I don't think my hair can go any shorter than it already is without making oafish fanboys have second thoughts……."

"Quite the opposite, friend Raven!" Starfire grins. "Would not a more lengthy look be of great appeal to you?"

"…………Starfire, you know I hate having long hair."

"But you have not truly given it a chance….," Starfire looks sad. "Such a shiny, silken blue….it does wonders to accentuate your grace and prestige that you so beautifully possess, Raven…"

I sigh. Long and hard. "Thanks, Starfire…..but I just don't do long hair…"

"May I inquire as to the reason behind such?"

"It's uncomfortable."

"Only if you let it be!" she chimes with a smile.

I glare at her over my book. "………I let a lot of things be uncomfortable."

"Ohhhhh….I know!" she groans. "Perhaps if I was to give you some tips—"

"No, Starfire……this is the way it is…..," I absent-mindedly run a hand through my blue bangs. "…..this is the way it stays…."

"Darn straight it does! Cuz otherwise we wouldn't have that stubborn little strand with a mind of its own, cutie!"

"……..," my teeth grind as I glare in Cyborg's direction. "Starfire…..If you would be so kind as to experiment with the myth of Cyborg's genitalia with your starbolts….."

"I know!" Starfire shuffles over on the edge of the sofa she is sitting on. "I can endeavor to make us match!"

"Nnnngh….lovely…."

"Seriously!" Starfire runs a hand through her crimson locks. "I could go for—as you humans call it—a perm! It could be curly…wavy….and be accentuated with clips on the side and a slight randimosity along the back of my neck! Similar, perhaps, to that one musician Beast Boy is always exalting! Gwen of the Stefani?"

"……………..," I slowly lower my book and stare questionably at Starfire. "……………cutting your hair…."

"Mmmhmm!"

"……………Starfire……you're thinking of cutting your hair…………"

"Hehehe….perhapssssss," she flutters her eyes.

"…………cutting……………..your hair……………"

"Erm……," Starfire blinks confusedly. "Is there something amiss with the way I relayed my intentions—"

"Starfire, don't cut your hair….," I drone.

"Huh?"

"Just…….," I shake my head and stare at her with thin eyes. "Just……..No. Don't."

"But….Raven? Why such blunt insistence?"

"You will not follow my advice, and yet you quite vehemently expect me to pursue yours?"

"It's not advice. It's righteousness. Don't cut your hair."

"……..I see…."

"It's just…..a malignant sin on all levels of ethical comprehension….."

"Am…….I t-to be complimented?" Starfire blushes.

"Believe me……Robin's happiness will be spared….."

"…………………..I see…….."

I flip a page. "I'm no stylist, but—"

"You are a wonderful friennnnnnd!" Starfire hugs me.

"…………nnngh," I groan and wait….wait…..wait……

Gradually…….finally…….Starfire relinquishes the hug. "So, may I inquire…..exactly what is it that you are reading?"

I flip a page and lift up the paperback.

"Evangelion." I look at her. "You want to check it out?"