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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's bücherregal and gesturing skeptically to the set of Puppen on oben, nach oben 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 küche tabelle 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 Puppen of Superboy, Miss Martian oder Artemis, so various pictures of them were gepostet 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," sagte Roy. "And Du seriously made a new outfit for mine? Du sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," sagte Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a sitz opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do Du object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur sagte sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if Du continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start abendessen now, if that's cool with you," he sagte 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 bücherregal and gesturing skeptically to the set of Puppen on oben, nach oben 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 küche tabelle 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 Puppen of Superboy, Miss Martian oder Artemis, so various pictures of them were gepostet 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," sagte Roy. "And Du seriously made a new outfit for mine? Du sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," sagte Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a sitz opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do Du object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur sagte sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if Du continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start abendessen now, if that's cool with you," he sagte at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!