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With animal-like vigor, Beast Boy - Super changeling extraordinaire- bolted from his tousled bedsheets and into the morning. The green titan mussed with his shaggy locks as he internally debated on his need for a shower.
Nineteen years old, Garfield Logan, otherwise known as, Beast Boy, never grew out of his gangly exterior, but rather into it. Tall and thin with wiry muscles tracing his body, BB was the epitome of “the boy next door”. Or, at least, that’s what his social media account claimed.
Food first, shower later, he soon decided as the call of tofu toast became too strong.
Bounding into the common room, it was evident he was the last one awake. Starfire and Robin-turned-Nightwing sat at the table with the paper, coffee, toast, and an assortment of jams. Nightwing was gazing intently on the crime section, while Starfire was attempting a new concoction of jellies (Her latest hobby). Under the table their feet lazily intertwine with one another’s only in a way longtime lovers could.
Cyborg’s echoing laughs sweep through the room like thunder as he lounges on the sofa while watching morning cartoons, his number one guilty pleasure.
Beast Boy’s eyes scan the room quickly for his favorite violet-eyed empath. Raven levitated quietly with a book in one hand and a cup of herbal tea in the other. Her usually hard features were softened by the book’s contents and by the soft purple tendrils framing her face as they escape from her ponytail.
BB sighed softly as he took her in, Decked out in ratty black sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and still so incredibly sexy.
As Garfield ogled at Raven on his way into the kitchen, he absentmindedly ran into the counter top with his prominent hip bone.
“Ow! Shit! Fu-“ His curses were snuffed as he shape-shifted into a house cat in an effort to land safely.
Laughter floated through the kitchen with mild-mannered jabs aimed at BB, but Raven turned away quickly to hide her reddening face.
Why are you so stupidly adorable? She thought to herself as Garfield’s yelps of defiance mirrored their friend’s mockery.