[Shooting the breeze with you 'cause I want to]
*Beast Boy has spent most of the day showering, going through fifty possible outfits before settling on a pink Hawai'ian shirt a plain white shirt and black trousers, then styling and restyling his hair and practising what he was going to say in front of his mirror.
Hopefully all of this preparation would reduce stammering, flailing and blushing enough that he was capable of coherent conversation, because now he was stood outside of Terra's door, Valentine's Day gifts in hand.
Pause.
Longer pause.
Even. Longer. Pause oh what the hell come on.
Knock knock.*
Hopefully all of this preparation would reduce stammering, flailing and blushing enough that he was capable of coherent conversation, because now he was stood outside of Terra's door, Valentine's Day gifts in hand.
Pause.
Longer pause.
Even. Longer. Pause oh what the hell come on.
Knock knock.*