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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's librero, librería and gesturing skeptically to the set of muñecas on parte superior, arriba of it.
Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.
"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."
Roy sighed, stepping over to the cocina mesa, tabla and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have fotos like a normal person?"
"I have fotos as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced muñecas of Superboy, Miss Martian o Artemis, so various pictures of them were publicado on his wall, above the dolls. Opening a cupboard, he brought down two bowls and began to ladle the contents of the pot into them.
"Yeah but it's just kind of…weird," dicho Roy. "And tu seriously made a new outfit for mine? tu sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," dicho Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a asiento opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do tu object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur dicho sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if tu continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start cena now, if that's cool with you," he dicho at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!
"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's librero, librería and gesturing skeptically to the set of muñecas on parte superior, arriba of it.
Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.
"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."
Roy sighed, stepping over to the cocina mesa, tabla and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have fotos like a normal person?"
"I have fotos as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced muñecas of Superboy, Miss Martian o Artemis, so various pictures of them were publicado on his wall, above the dolls. Opening a cupboard, he brought down two bowls and began to ladle the contents of the pot into them.
"Yeah but it's just kind of…weird," dicho Roy. "And tu seriously made a new outfit for mine? tu sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," dicho Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a asiento opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do tu object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur dicho sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if tu continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start cena now, if that's cool with you," he dicho at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!