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[i_spoiled_it]

It has been a while.

But hey, look, Steph's not limping any more!  And the scars, red and glaring at last visit, have faded to pink. And if she wanted to, she could raise her arms above her shoulder-level. Both of them.  It's great.

And also?

She turns seventeen in a week.

Seventeen.

After seven years of being sixteen.

After all that, it's only the

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[says_the_booyah]

"Steph!" Some things never change. Like Cyborg being at the bar, sipping a milkshake. Smiling.

[ooc: slowtime is love]

[i_spoiled_it]

It's all so familiar. Strange, in the way that it's still another whole world, a million miles away from where she could be, but so familiar. So completely.

"Cy." She's beaming, closing the door firmly behind her and crossing the bar to take a stool at his side, moving much less stiffly than the last time. "Long time, huh? Or ... not? Time here runs differently, right?"

[says_the_booyah]

"Yeah. I kinda stopped trying to figure it out, other than knowing when it's wacky crazy day here.

"But I guess it's been a few months at my end. You?" He points at a stool next to his. And tries not to look too utterly thrilled beyond belief that Steph is here.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph will take that stool, grinning at him. She's still a little star-struck by Cyborg. It's hard not to be. "A few months, yeah. Not much has changed for me, though. How about here? What's the latest wacky crazy thing?"

[says_the_booyah]

"Here? Let's see. I was a bear for a couple of days. And Halloween was fun. But I haven't seen much else lately.

"Been a little busy at home." Pause. "I decided to apply to college."