Post by Beast Boy on Feb 28, 2012 11:09:45 GMT -5
Beast Boy just grinned in response, glad she’d seen it as a joke and didn’t start, like, questioning him about biology or something. He could’ve come up with some kind of quip response (like “they’re green” in response to a question about plants, for example), but it was probably funnier not to take it that far.
Her question took him completely by surprise, and his response was rather flat, considering how he usually spoke, though only from blank confusion. “College? Well, yeah, probably. Have to have gone to school before to go to college, right?” Rather than sounding like a rhetorical question, the ‘right’ at the end of his sentence sounded honest, like he wasn’t even sure himself. Why would he be? He’d traveled with his parents while he was a kid, and then immediately went to the Doom Patrol after they died.... That had been his ‘school’, and to keep the metaphor, maybe the Titans were like ‘college’?
Her next question, though spoken much more hesitantly from her, got a more normal response from Beast Boy. “Of course!” Only after that had blurted out of his mouth did he get why she might have difficulty asking that question, so he elaborated. “I mean, it’s a really hard job and all, but I don’t have to do it by myself, you know? We’re all there for each other, and there’s all kinds of other heroes around who will step up when you ask them.” His smile was more contained than usual, almost serious, as he remembered taking down the Brain with a random group of other heroes, one of them even powerless on his own, and turning the tide against the Brain’s assembled villains. “Not that we usually need help like that,” he added proudly, sticking his chest out a bit. “Honestly, it seems like school would be scarier. Isn’t it all on you to get everything? To learn everything you’re supposed to do, and you have to do stuff on your own?” He had a shaky grasp of school, but tv shows and the like had definitely taught him about taking tests and how nerve-wracking it was, and kids failing, which he was sure he would do if he ever went to school. Either that, or get thrown out for asking someone to help him when he shouldn’t.
“Well, yeah, but his other eye isn’t green,” he protested, looking around for a brown bead. “Aha!” Snatching it, he put that in the spot she’d taken from him, snickering.
Her question took him completely by surprise, and his response was rather flat, considering how he usually spoke, though only from blank confusion. “College? Well, yeah, probably. Have to have gone to school before to go to college, right?” Rather than sounding like a rhetorical question, the ‘right’ at the end of his sentence sounded honest, like he wasn’t even sure himself. Why would he be? He’d traveled with his parents while he was a kid, and then immediately went to the Doom Patrol after they died.... That had been his ‘school’, and to keep the metaphor, maybe the Titans were like ‘college’?
Her next question, though spoken much more hesitantly from her, got a more normal response from Beast Boy. “Of course!” Only after that had blurted out of his mouth did he get why she might have difficulty asking that question, so he elaborated. “I mean, it’s a really hard job and all, but I don’t have to do it by myself, you know? We’re all there for each other, and there’s all kinds of other heroes around who will step up when you ask them.” His smile was more contained than usual, almost serious, as he remembered taking down the Brain with a random group of other heroes, one of them even powerless on his own, and turning the tide against the Brain’s assembled villains. “Not that we usually need help like that,” he added proudly, sticking his chest out a bit. “Honestly, it seems like school would be scarier. Isn’t it all on you to get everything? To learn everything you’re supposed to do, and you have to do stuff on your own?” He had a shaky grasp of school, but tv shows and the like had definitely taught him about taking tests and how nerve-wracking it was, and kids failing, which he was sure he would do if he ever went to school. Either that, or get thrown out for asking someone to help him when he shouldn’t.
“Well, yeah, but his other eye isn’t green,” he protested, looking around for a brown bead. “Aha!” Snatching it, he put that in the spot she’d taken from him, snickering.
