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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's estante, estante de livros and gesturing skeptically to the set of bonecas on topo, início 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 cozinha mesa, tabela and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have fotografias like a normal person?"
"I have fotografias as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced bonecas of Superboy, Miss Martian or Artemis, so various pictures of them were posted 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," said Roy. "And you seriously made a new outfit for mine? You sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," said Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a assento opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do you object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur said sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if you continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start jantar now, if that's cool with you," he said 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 estante, estante de livros and gesturing skeptically to the set of bonecas on topo, início 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 cozinha mesa, tabela and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have fotografias like a normal person?"
"I have fotografias as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced bonecas of Superboy, Miss Martian or Artemis, so various pictures of them were posted 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," said Roy. "And you seriously made a new outfit for mine? You sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," said Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a assento opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do you object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur said sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if you continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start jantar now, if that's cool with you," he said at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!