Because I CAN. Ha.
Who: The Titans
When: Christmas morning
Where: Titans Tower main room
It had been four in the morning when Gar had let out a childish, perhaps a bit feminine squeal of excitement, shot up in bed, and (as he did every morning without fail) smacked his head on the ceiling. After untangling himself from his sheets and scrambling out of bed, the changeling had raced to the main room - only to realize exactly what time it was.
Gar glared at the clock on the microwave, his green eyes narrowed and his lips tugged down into an indignant pout. Stupid clock. Didn't it realize it was Christmas? He had no time for... time. Why couldn't the others wake up earlier? The pointy-eared Titan leaned against one of the counters in the kitchen, wondering if he ought to try to wake up his teammates... no, probably not a good idea. He'd tried that one year, and no one had appreciated it very much. Gar couldn't understand why; Christmas was the only day of the year where he actually woke up before noon, and it seemed to be the only one where his friends liked to sleep in.
Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, Gar silently pondered his options. He could try going back to sleep... no, there was no way he was going to get any sleep now, not that he was awake and eager for presents and Christmas celebrations. He could go wake everyone up... but again, really bad idea. He could...
Gar's gaze shifted stealthily over to the pile of presents by the tree, one brow raised.
Maybe he could... no! Bad thoughts! He had to wait for the others. It would take all of his self-control to do so, but Gar knew - despite his talent for being able to unwrap and rewrap presents without the slightest hint of disturbance - that he had to wait for his friends. It was the Christmas-y thing to do. The changeling looked back at the clock and groaned, crossing his arms over his chest in a decided pout. This was completely and totally unfair. Time was moving slowly just to torture him.
With a defeated sigh, Gar dragged his feet over to the sofa, rolling over the back and flopping onto the cushions. Maybe if he stopped looking at the clock, it would feel like the minutes were moving by faster. Something about a watched pot and blah blah blah. The shapeshifter rolled onto his back, drumming his fingers in the air in time to 'Jingle Bells' as he quietly whistled said carol.
Three minutes later, he was on his side, a small puddle of drool gathering at the corner of his mouth as he softly snored and muttered to himself in his sleep.
When: Christmas morning
Where: Titans Tower main room
It had been four in the morning when Gar had let out a childish, perhaps a bit feminine squeal of excitement, shot up in bed, and (as he did every morning without fail) smacked his head on the ceiling. After untangling himself from his sheets and scrambling out of bed, the changeling had raced to the main room - only to realize exactly what time it was.
Gar glared at the clock on the microwave, his green eyes narrowed and his lips tugged down into an indignant pout. Stupid clock. Didn't it realize it was Christmas? He had no time for... time. Why couldn't the others wake up earlier? The pointy-eared Titan leaned against one of the counters in the kitchen, wondering if he ought to try to wake up his teammates... no, probably not a good idea. He'd tried that one year, and no one had appreciated it very much. Gar couldn't understand why; Christmas was the only day of the year where he actually woke up before noon, and it seemed to be the only one where his friends liked to sleep in.
Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, Gar silently pondered his options. He could try going back to sleep... no, there was no way he was going to get any sleep now, not that he was awake and eager for presents and Christmas celebrations. He could go wake everyone up... but again, really bad idea. He could...
Gar's gaze shifted stealthily over to the pile of presents by the tree, one brow raised.
Maybe he could... no! Bad thoughts! He had to wait for the others. It would take all of his self-control to do so, but Gar knew - despite his talent for being able to unwrap and rewrap presents without the slightest hint of disturbance - that he had to wait for his friends. It was the Christmas-y thing to do. The changeling looked back at the clock and groaned, crossing his arms over his chest in a decided pout. This was completely and totally unfair. Time was moving slowly just to torture him.
With a defeated sigh, Gar dragged his feet over to the sofa, rolling over the back and flopping onto the cushions. Maybe if he stopped looking at the clock, it would feel like the minutes were moving by faster. Something about a watched pot and blah blah blah. The shapeshifter rolled onto his back, drumming his fingers in the air in time to 'Jingle Bells' as he quietly whistled said carol.
Three minutes later, he was on his side, a small puddle of drool gathering at the corner of his mouth as he softly snored and muttered to himself in his sleep.