7th bolt

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Rd; open to family, anyone passing by, and anyone within earshot))

[Thor finds the package on the doorstep on his way out the door in the morning, lying innocuously enough beside the recently-reappeared stoop. Instantly thoughts of getting to work on time leave his mind, and he bends to pick it up, a fierce smile breaking

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[shapechanger]

Sweet!

[Beast Boy leans out an open window and grins down at his 'dad'.]

I should get my hands on something like that.

[Thor may notice that his kid is bright green, pointy-eared, and fanged.]

[richtighammer]

[Why can Mayfield never do just one ridiculous thing at a time.

Thor lets out a shout of surprise and anger at the sight of the strange green head sticking out the window - of course this attack would come when his weapon lies useless at his fingertips! Completely out of habit, he snatches at the handle to lift it, but succeeds only in nearly pulling off his arm.

Left ineffectual, he can do nothing but bellow.]

Speak, monster! Who are you, and what have you done with the boy?

[shapechanger]

[Monster?! Beast Boy glances around frantically for a few seconds before... ]

Wait, me?!

This... It's just what I look like normally.

[richtighammer]

[Thor squints.]

Has, then, a troll disguised made its home in my hall these weeks?

[shapechanger]

Troll?! Hey. You're talking to the most eligible bachelor in Jump City here.

I'm as human as you are, dude. I eat a lot of celery, OK?

[richtighammer]

[Strictly speaking, Thor's not human... But, well, it's a hard thing to argue when Mayfield's stripped him of everything that sets him apart. More importantly: He does not believe his not!son.]

Yesterday, you looked human! Have you noticed nothing?!

[shapechanger]

Dude. I told you, this is what I look like normally. Why do you think they call me Beast Boy?

My DNA's kinda screwed up since I almost died as a kid. It's a long story.