TM Prompt 298: What's that smell?
ooc: All other characters are no muse in particular, and not binding to any other muse.
Teen Titans meetings were probably never the pinnacle of organization they should be, Kon decided, drifting into the conference room at Titan Tower ten minutes late. Even with Tim's like for schedules and bullet points, and the fact that several members of the team possess superspeed, they never quite manage to resemble anything but a group of hungover teenagers falling asleep in math class.
"Next weekend should be used for teamwork training," Tim said, using a laser pointer. "I still have to finalize a few things, but..."
He sniffed.
"Uh, but I'm sure that..."
His eyes, obscured by his mask, narrowed. "What's that smell?"
Super-senses or not, all eyes turned to Kon.
In their civilian lives, most of the Titans were apparently regular high school students, even if Bart knew the answer to absolutely everything, Tim would regularly show up covered in bruises, and Kon was the most muscular student ever to be a complete failure in gym class.
The problem was that, in addition to his cover as a student, Kon was also an ad hoc farmboy at the Kent Farm, plowing fields, building fences, and mucking out the cows.
Before Kon can say anything, Bart has already seized one of his legs and started to inspect the sole of his shoe. "Ewww!"
Kon snatched his leg back. "Hey! I didn't have time to change shoes, okay? At least I'm here."
The looks Cassie and Cissie were giving him suggested that they really wished he weren't.
"Hmph." Kon got up and floated toward the door. "Fine, I'll just skip this meeting then."
There were absolutely no objections, as he quickly left the room and started heading back to Smallville, where he would probably be just in time to join Aunt Martha on the couch to watch Lost.
He had finally found a good use for manure.
Teen Titans meetings were probably never the pinnacle of organization they should be, Kon decided, drifting into the conference room at Titan Tower ten minutes late. Even with Tim's like for schedules and bullet points, and the fact that several members of the team possess superspeed, they never quite manage to resemble anything but a group of hungover teenagers falling asleep in math class.
"Next weekend should be used for teamwork training," Tim said, using a laser pointer. "I still have to finalize a few things, but..."
He sniffed.
"Uh, but I'm sure that..."
His eyes, obscured by his mask, narrowed. "What's that smell?"
Super-senses or not, all eyes turned to Kon.
In their civilian lives, most of the Titans were apparently regular high school students, even if Bart knew the answer to absolutely everything, Tim would regularly show up covered in bruises, and Kon was the most muscular student ever to be a complete failure in gym class.
The problem was that, in addition to his cover as a student, Kon was also an ad hoc farmboy at the Kent Farm, plowing fields, building fences, and mucking out the cows.
Before Kon can say anything, Bart has already seized one of his legs and started to inspect the sole of his shoe. "Ewww!"
Kon snatched his leg back. "Hey! I didn't have time to change shoes, okay? At least I'm here."
The looks Cassie and Cissie were giving him suggested that they really wished he weren't.
"Hmph." Kon got up and floated toward the door. "Fine, I'll just skip this meeting then."
There were absolutely no objections, as he quickly left the room and started heading back to Smallville, where he would probably be just in time to join Aunt Martha on the couch to watch Lost.
He had finally found a good use for manure.