[Wide, owlish blinks as she leans over the works presented before her.] And these are all by your hand? Every single one— Oh, these are 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴! Look at these vibrant colours!

[She smiles softly, eyes trailing after Krypto as she rises on her feet. The backdoor slides shut behind them.]

You must be famished. Would you like to explore the kitchen with me, Krypto? [Silkie squeaks again.]

[The backdoor slides open to reveal Starfire, her hair still damp from the bath. Silkie trails after her with a squelching squeak.]

She kneels before Krypto, a kind yet stern look on her face as she holds out her hand.] I am told you may come inside, but only if you choose the good behaviour.

[Sees Krypto and the fizzling outlet. Sees Cyborg. Sees Kyle laughing over Beast Boy.

Returns quickly to her room.]

[Emerges in her bathrobe looking panicked, her hair still trailing shampoo suds as she rushes out of the room in a panic.] WHAT HAS HAPPENED—

We can always fly.

[She replies airily, as though it were the simplest solution in the world. There’s a playful lilt to her voice, though that never really could hide the sincerity. After all, she’d never pass up the chance to fly.] I can take you!

(He should try giving it a name~!)

(He said please!)

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩
𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰.

#DCRP ⚡ #MVRP

Hmmm… have you considered asking? [She tilts her head, a soft glow in her gaze as she considers the question thoughtfully.]

After all, we might never know if it is simply waiting for you to say hello.

It is summer. The air 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 have been thin.

[Also looking at the sky, her palm over her brow.]

Indeed, it is!

I… suppose aloe plants also experience strong emotions.

The sky is awake! And so I am awake!

Please, you only needed to water it every other week! Did you overwater?

…Or did you not water at all—

Not the Mr. Aloeplant!

- passes, she feels a heavy weight settle against her chest.

Because what does that matter? She was 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

Home.

Wasn’t it?

She settles further back against the seat cushions, shutting her eyes.

- to cause less of a commotion, and become almost a fixture. A welcome visitor.

Thank her luck stars for that.

She loves it the most inside the planetarium. It reminds her of home. Even if… the slowly rotating view could hardly touch on her atmosphere. Sometimes, when a familiar trail of stars -

These days, the caretakers at the observatory have allowed her to stay around a little longer. It wasn’t so hard to keep track of where she was. Fiery hair and all that she was. And after all her visits, her presence has finally started -

[𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗦]

Dear Titans and friends, we will be moving our Bulletin Board to the lobby. It will be updated twice a month for now. The board would include (but not limited to):
• Weekly recap.
• Pictures.
• Requests.
• Hall of Fame (Shame).
• Messages and notes.

(All curled up and completely asleep on the couch. Vic had snuck a pillow beneath her head earlier when he left, and now Kori had her arms thrown haphazardly around it, hugging it close with a soft snore.)

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . . .
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 . . .
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How exciting!

Is it safe to say this was not a break at all? I feel as if all the strength has been drained out of me, and the sun has not come for days.

(Staring at nothing, completely zoned out.) Perhaps it has forgotten how…

(Leaning back against the couch with a very longwinded sigh, pinching at her forehead.)

That… was the most painful watch, was it not?

(Snorts trying to hold back her laugh—)