Fandom Beast Boy and Raven (Closed)

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Garfield looked over at Rachel, face twisted with disbelief. “Liked it? That was the bees knees! We gots to do it again.” He insisted while looking over at the TV. Would the hotel notice something like that? Would they get in trouble or could they leave before anyone knew a thing?

He yawned nodding his head at Rachel’s invitation. “Oh yeah, I will…” It seemed the day’s adventures were starting to get to Garfield even with his nap from the train. He reached over to his bag and started rummaging around until he pulled out his Nintendo Switch. A bit of late night gaming wouldn’t hurt, right?

Garfield loaded up a separate game than He and Rachel had played called, Super Smash Bros Ultimate. “Oo! Guess what?! I have an idea for us being bad guys and stuff.” He said while sitting up, switch in his lap and game music playing. “What if you’re like the big bad dude and I’m kinda your sidekick animal. Maybe a Tiger or something awesome like that.” Garfield wasn’t keen on having to actually fight heroes but putting on a show where he could look cool was right up his alley.

 

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The simplistic video game music began to play, so Rachel adjusted herself into her bed and just lay back and listened to it. She was content just to watch him play on his handheld device.

“After all your reading in Tigers, you should put it to good use,” Rachel said. “We’ll need to change your color, don’t want anyone thinking Beast Boy is terrorizing Metropolis.”

She thought about the things she could possibly do to scare the people without doing any actual damage. All her fears stemmed from one thing, one person, but she wasn’t sure if she should act that out. May be too close to home. What if she got carried away?

“I could try to block out the sun in one part of the city. Everyone’s at least a little bit afraid of the dark. If they can’t see, they wont be able to tell what’s coming for them,” Rachel suggested.

 

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Garfield sped through the menu as Rachel talked to him about tigers. He had most definitely wanted to forget his foolishness of falling victim to Brain’s ploy. What he didn’t forget was the knowledge he gained from reading about tigers. “Oh yeah…Tigers have a bite force of 1050 pounds but lions only got 650. I think tigers are waaaay stronger. How come lions get all the credit?” Garfield’s brain thought out loud while he scrolled through the character select menu.

He tried to think of a color scheme for the dastardly duo while simultaneously half listening to Rachel and half focusing on his game. “If we block out the sun we should wear all black and stuff. I could be the- OH COME ON I so dodged that.” Garfield interrupted himself as the death sound of a character falling off the map played.

After a few seconds of focused silence, Garfield continued his previouss thoughts. “So uh we could do like an all black thing. I could be an all black tiger and you could be….” His brain racked of all the evil Marvel characters he could steal a name from but different enough to sound original. “You could be Dark Enchantress!”

 

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Rachel snorted. “I don’t think we’ll be around long enough to establish names for ourselves.” Villain names were the last thing on her mind…. But she had to admit, Dark Enchantress sounded pretty cool.

She rolled over and watched Garfield play for a little bit, thinking about their upcoming ploy. The way he was talking about it, it sounded like he didn’t think he was as essential as her. He was having so much fun coming up with ideas, so she entertained the idea as well, but with a few changes.

“Hmm. I don’t think Dark Enchantress would have a sidekick,” Rachel confessed with a yawn. No more making Beast Boy second fiddle. “But all who have the unfortunate opportunity to happen upon her knows that she will not do anything without her partner in crime.” Rachel lowered her voice as if telling a ghost story around a campfire. “First comes the dark, then comes the fear. There are no survivors of the dastardly duo of The Dark Enchantress and….. uhmmm…” her voice fakters as she quick thinks up a name. “The Night Stalker?”

 

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Garfield shrugged his shoulders while his fingers smashed away. “But don’t all the bad guys like announce themselves when they do something bad?” He thought back to all the villains they met for the first time and most of the ones who could coherently speak at one point and time said their name’s. “It is I, the amazing Mumbo!” Garfield mimicked as Rachel began speaking on their villainous alter egos.

His game ended with a declaration that his character, King K Rool, had won. Garfield listened carefully and turned towards Rachel at the sound of the name. “Ooo that’s awesome! Maybe I should be something really scary? Maybe a panther or…” There weren’t many animals that were as intimidating as a tiger. “Man!… I wish I could turn into the beast or something.” A wish that also came with control over his own mind but a fearsome transformation nonetheless.

Garfield put the switch down and rolled over to face Rachel, wishing the gap between them was closed. “You think the strong, super awesome Dark Enchantress needs a partner?” He grinned with a slight smile on his face. He was clearly making mention to life outside their role as villains, always considering her the more important and stronger between the two of them.

 

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Rachel shrugged. “Mumbo was a fool, predictable and way too caught up in the act. Overconfidence was his downfall. But even he knew he needed an assistant to put on a good show. The so called strong, super awesome Dark Enchantress is no fool.”

She grinned back at him. “She knows being alone was never the answer. And she’s not nearly as powerful as her and her partner put together.”

Rachel pulled back the covers of her bed and snuggled herself in. “Too bad her partner has this habit of overlooking himself. If he really believed in himself, there’s no telling what he can become.” Yawning again, she turned off the light on her side of the end table. “A beast of his full potential? Now that would really be something.” Her eyes were really getting heavy now. She kept trying to keep her eyes open so she could keep looking at Garfield, but she was quickly losing the battle.

“Think about it,” she just managed to say before her eyes closed for the last time that night.

 

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Garfield chuckled at Rachel recollection of Mumbo and nodded along. He was pretty goofy after all, especially with the whole magician act. Sometimes he wondered what villains would be like if they were good guys. “They are like the best villains together.” Garfield agreed jokingly. Rachel’s words began seeping into his brain, forcing the young adult into deep thought.

If he was right, which he was sometimes, she was still talking about him in terms of the Dark Enchantress’s partner. “A beast with full potential….” Garfield muttered to himself but before he could ask Rachel more she was fast asleep. Was there something about himself that Rachel knew and he didn’t?

Garfield laid in bed on his back, eyes to the ceiling while trying to figure out what Rachel was trying to say. Could he become more animal, no, more creature? Garfield’s curiosity got the better of him and he sprung up from bed. “I gotta know if she’s right…” He muttered before opening the window and hopping out, turning into a bat and flying up to the roof. Garfield landed at the top of the building and became himself. “Ok ok you can do this…” He thought for a moment and an idea popped into his head. “Uhhh a dragon!” He closed his eyes and opened them, realizing he was now closer to the ground. A lot closer…

Garfield could feel his stubby little legs and groaned. “Not a Komodo dragon!” He became himself again and was frustrated. How can he become something he’s never been? Was he really the one limiting himself? Garfield closed his eyes and began straining himself to become a dragon. His struggle was many hours in the making before the only thing that lit the sky were the late night cars polluting the nighttime silence. The green hero was exhausted but determined to make some sort of progress. “Maybe it’s too big…. Maybe I should do a small one…” Garfield may have been tired but he even laughed at his own choice of words. With one last effort he struggled before opening his eyes and looking around. Everything was much bigger which meant he had failed miserably. Garfield groaned, not realizing his success before falling asleep on the roof in a dog like curl. What he hadn’t understood was that he was in fact a dragon. Just similar to Mushu from Mulan.

 

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Flashes of light decorate white concrete. Blaster fire with deafening sounds. A battle of some kind?

“You misunderstood, Mr. Luthor. When I granted you control of the Brotherhood, it was only so I can use your resources. You are nothing but a pawn.”

“Ah, but you misunderstood as well. You granted me nothing. I took your Brotherhood for myself, the only reason you are not minced into my morning omelette is because you make a magnificent trophy and I don’t need the Brain food.”

“Master, we have a spy.”

Black furry hands deflected by dark shields. A portal opens. “Now, Gar!” Giant green limbs. Shattered glass.
“Just in time for your demise. How kind of you.”
“No!”
Four red eyes. A growing darkness.
“Rachel enough. Rae? RAVEN STOP!”

Rachel shot up in bed, gasping for air. Her hands reached up to her face, feeling for something she knew she would no longer find on her forehead. She jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror in the bathroom. Only her Ajna Chakra sat on her forehead. Her blue frightened eyes stared back.

Rachel shut her eyes and took a few deep breaths. It had been a while since she had a vision. Now that she has allowed herself to get in touch with her powers, some old abilities were coming back. Too bad she had no idea what to make of her it. She opened her eyes again and stared at herself in the mirror.

“Lex Luthor, Brain, and Monsieur Mallah we’re there. This could have all just been a bad dream.” Seeing the villains in her mind was bad enough, but the four red eyes was what was really haunting her. She shook her head. “Nightmare. Forget about it.”

Coming back to her senses, Rachel realized just how cold she was at the moment. Why was it so cold in the room? She walked out of the bathroom and noticed that Gar was not in his bed. In fact, it didn’t look like the covers were moved at all.

“Gar?” She called out dumbly. There really weren’t many places to hide in the single hotel room. Her eyes moved over to the window, and then understood why it was so cold. It was wide open, allowing the cold winter air inside. She quick threw her cloak around her, grabbed the spare blanket and shot out through the window.

The sun shine brightly in the early morning of the day, but it didn’t do much to combat the chill in the air. Rachel shivered as she rose higher and higher into the air, deciding to start her search on the roof. As soon as the flat landscape came into view, she was happy to find her first intuition was correct. There in the middle of the roof was a sleeping little green dragon. She sighed in relief and floated down towards him.

“Whatever made you think sleeping on the roof was a good idea?” She asked quietly, Carefully she placed the comparably huge blanket over the sleeping dragon and wrapped him up in her arms. His scaly skin was frozen. But dragons breath fire, right? Maybe he was ok on the inside. Either way, she wasn’t taking any chances. He had never transformed into a fictional beast before as far as she was aware.

 

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Garfield’s dreams were….odd to say the least. He had a wonderful dream about soaring through the sky until he noticed the city below him was quite, nice and not on fire. Something he felt should be changed. The town looked a little different to Garfield, recognizing all the buildings were stone and old looking. He landed down and felt a lot bigger than anything he had been that could fly before. The people of the town ran away in terror, screaming incoherent words, and starting to vacate. Before Garfield knew it, a bunch of silver dudes on horse rode towards him with swords and began trying to stab his feet.

Come to think of it, his feet were quite large….

“Hey dudes, you don’t have to stab me I’m a good guy-“ Garfield spoke yet his words came out quite loud.

What was going on? Was he losing hold on his powers?

The knights realized there was nothing working on the beast and Garfield heard something about cannonballs and grew anxious. “Wait wait…” the next thing he knew a small pain was felt in his lower wing skin. Wait wings?…. Suddenly Garfield’s anger got the better of him and his emotions built up. The small dragon in Rachel’s arms grew warmer and warmer, smoke rising from the beast’s nostrils.

Garfield felt himself be tossed to the ground and woke up in a panic, transforming back into himself. He locked eyes with a surprise Rachel and couldn’t speak for a few moments. His eyes widened for a moment and a large burp erupted from the young man, smoke escaping into the air and out the window. Garfield patted his chest and a small burp left him. “ ‘Scuse me…” He looked confused and raised a brow. “Did I-“ He took in his surrounds, head swiveling to look around the unharmed room. “Did I burn some silver guys? Is the city on fire? What happened?” Garfield rapidly spoke while rubbing his still warm chest.

 

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The scales were starting to get warmer and warmer, which Rachel had first attested it to the blanket and being back inside the hotel room. But quickly the warmth became heat and then way to hot to hood. On impulse, Rachel tossed the dragon away from her as if she would move her bad away from a hot grill. From the impact of being thrown, Garfield woke up, burping up smoke and spouting nonsense.

“Uhh I don’t know about silver guys, but the city isn’t on fire,” Rachel said, putting her hands up in a calming gesture. “So how about you calm down and tell me what happened? Why were you sleeping on the roof in the form of a miniature dragon?” She says down on her bed and indicated for him to sit down as well, get his bearings.

 

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Garfield looked confused for a moment and tried to think for a few moments. “What happened?…” He parroted rather than asking for himself. He sat next to Rachel and nodded his head while recalling last night. “You said that I could be anything I wanna be so I thought that was like code I can be more but for real.” The heat in Garfield’s chest had long gone yet he could feel the pressure as if he were still attempting to become a dragon.

He looked at Rachel and frowned. “But I didn’t actually be a dragon, I couldn’t do it…. All I could do was dream I was a dragon.” Garfield concluded, putting his head on Rachel’s shoulder. Of course to him nothing strange happened and he chalked it up to a failed attempt. He figured with as low to the ground as he was before falling asleep that he became another Komodo dragon, considering he didn’t feel any wings on his body.

“I went outside so I could practice cuz, y’know, if I did do it I would totally crush you and destroy the hotel from the inside.” Garfield explained before looking up at Rachel. He shifted positions to his feet. “I wanna keep trying but it was really hard and I didn’t even do it…” He said softly.

 

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Rachel was silent for a moment, trying to adhere to the seriousness and melancholy Garfield displayed, but a moment was all she could hold it in for. She burst out laughing, her eyes tearing up at the ridiculousness of it all. Her hand reached up to cover her mouth, but it did nothing to drown out the sound of her giggles.

“You ….really are ……the worst.” Rachel took some deep breath to steady herself and get air back in her lungs. She realized Gar probably misunderstood what she meant, so she quickly replied, “No, I mean you’re the worst at seeing yourself. Look!” Rachel held out her hands again, this time showing her palms to indicate to the light burns she had received on her hand from holding the hot little dragon.

“When I said you could become something more, I didn’t think you’d almost freeze yourself to death in the attempt. Gar, you were outside the whole night. Anyone else would have died, but you didn’t. When I found you, your scales were cold, but you were warm inside. You were fine because you had fire inside you, because you were a dragon. You did it, you brainless ninja turtle.”

She shook her head, her laughter finally subsiding but the smile still remaining. “When I said the things I said last night. It was just a guess. A hunch, because I already saw you do incredible things. I had no idea you could become a dragon. You did that.”

 

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Garfield hunched over with a frown while Rachel began to laugh at him. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. “Yeah Yeah laugh at the loser while you can…” He pouted while not turning to look at Rachel with crossed arms. “I get it I’m the worst…” Garfield was starting to get a little irritated and stood up to leave the bed.

Once Rachel got his attention his listened skeptically before seeing the marks he had unintentionally made on her hands. Garfield touched the marks gently and looked confused. “But I was just a small lizard… I didn’t have wings or nothing…” He tried to recall while remembering he had truly belched smoke.

Garfield typically could become anything he had been before yet he couldn’t remember how he felt while becoming the dragon since he was so tired. His smile did manifest from nothing on his face while he thought things through. “So you mean- I totally was-“ Garfield’s green eyes grew brighter before hugging Rachel in the bed and hopping up. “That means I gots to try and do it again!”
He insisted.

Garfield smiled while looking at the closed window. “I still wouldn’t have done it without you Mama.” He added before his stomach audibly grumbled. “No way I can go dragonning without some food.” He admitted while plopping back down. “Can we order some food again?…” Garfield was in much better spirits and his tone/actions proved it.

 

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“Uh yeah, and maybe you shouldn’t be flying around as a giant green lizard in the broad sunlight for all of Metropolis to see,” Rachel suggested. She decided not to mention the beast she thought she saw him turn into in her dream. As much as that might have further lifted his spirits, admitting his form in her dream could be possible meant the rest of it could be possible too.

Her resting deadpanned face was back as she reached for the menu and phone from the bedside table.

“All right, Smaug. Your choice of breakfast. What’ll it be?” She handed the menu over to him.

 

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Garfield tapped his chin and thought of what happened in his dreams. The people there wouldn’t hear him out either and they just tried to kill him. “Yeah but it’d be totally awesome.” He countered though knew ultimately Rachel was correct this time. He took the menu from her and scratched his head. “What’s a Smaug?”

Garfield wasn’t familiar with The Lord of The Rings, not even the movies, so the joke was lost on the green teen. His eyes scanned over the menu and groaned at the choices. “How come everything has to have meat?” He kept searching and eventually pointed at a few items. “Oo! They got French toast with that sugar that’s like snow and strawberries!” There was a picture of exactly what Garfield described.

When Rachel dialed the number he pulled on her cloak like a child trying to get her attention. “Can you get like 8 slices? And a buncha syrup? And some fruit on the side? Oh and no eggs!” Garfield asked, knowing this would be the ultimate meal. He felt like he could eat an entire city’s worth of French Toast after exhausting himself last night.

 

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Rachel made a mental note to introduce him to Lord of the rings. There were a couple beasts he’d probably like to try to change into. “Nevermind,” she said.

She dialed the number while Garfield rattled on about his order. “Is that all?” She asked sarcastically, but drew her attention to the speaker on the phone. She ordered everything Garfield asked as well as some black tea and two slices of French toast for herself.

With the order placed, Rachel hung up the phone and crossed her arms, watching him wrapped up in her cloak. “I don’t think blue is your color.” She stood up and walked over to look out the window.

It was time to finally get down to business, and while she knew this was her idea, she was starting to have reservations, especially after the night she just had. They just had to be quick and efficient. Get everyone’s attention, then quick get back to the shadows. Piece of cake.

“I was thinking…We make a scene at the Daily Planet in the center of the city, then when the heroes show up, we lead them as fast as we can to the river we saw coming in, away from the public eye.”

 

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Garfield listened carefully to what Rachel ordered and nodded his head yes while putting her cloak over his head them off of it repeatedly. When she finished and moved, he sat up and smiled. “I think I look good in a lot of colors.” He countered before rolling to his feet.

Garfield feared that today they would begin their villainous escapades but mentally he was excited to do a little dressing up. They had thought out a pretty good plan, good enough to make people think that they were villains at least. With the two of them working towards this plan, Garfield felt the most confident he ever had felt. Besides, what was the worse that could happen?

“So do we get to make your hood and stuff all black?” Garfield asked starting to go towards his paints, voice filled with odd excitement for simply painting Rachel’s outfit. “I think you’d look goooood in black” He added which spoke for his mysterious excitement. Garfield pulled out the bag and smiled. “Are you ready Dark Enchantress?” He asked with a hint of an “evil” accent saturating his tone.

 

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In response, Rachel’s powers flowed out of her, engulfing the room in pitch darkness. She turned away from the window to face Garfield, her eyes glowing whitethe only light in the room.

“Too long has the lights in this city kept the world awake,” She said in darkest gravelly voice she could muster. “But the darkness always comes in the end, and it judges not the good or the bad. It takes all, and there will be no survivors.” Just then, her eyes disappear.

Appearing next to Garfield, she pulls her cloak off of him and playfully knocks him over on the bed. The darkness is gone and the room is back as it were. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Rachel said, throwing her cloak over her hand and moving over to her bag. She put the cloak away and pulled out another cloak, this a dark green one she barely ever wears, and held it up.

“Hmm. Maybe we should paint it in the tub so we don’t get paint everywhere.” She suggested, heading over to the bathroom.

 

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Garfield looked at the area around him and tried to adjust his eyes yet the dark was too oppressive to the young hero’s senses. He chuckled nervously and looked for Rachel’s presence. “Okay you got me Rae…” It was an uneasy feeling filling his stomach seeing her this way and he didn’t know why.

He yelped when she pushed him over and got up with an embarrassed look on his face. “Ha ha very funny…” Garfield muttered with drooped ears. A small smile appeared on his face since it was a pretty good “prank” so to say.

Garfield grabbed his paints and perked up instantly, since it wasn’t exactly a serious situation. “The bathtub? Won’t that like make it a different color?” He asked heading towards the bathroom with Rachel.

 

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“Well, we can just wash the excess paint off with the water when we’re done. It should come off, I guess,” she said with a shrug. Rachel knelt down and laid her cloak down flat and spread out on the bottom of the tub, outside of the cloak facing up. She took the black paint from Garfield in one hand and a paint brush in the other. Inching over so Gar could help, she dunked the paint brush in the paint and started spreading the black over the green.

“How long did it usually take you to paint yourself for your acting gigs?” Rachel asked as they painted.

 

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Garfield hadn’t taken into consideration that they could simply wash the paint off, the entire point of it being only body paint. “Oh yeah…” He chuckled at his own lapse in judgement before getting on both knees next to Rachel. He recalled exactly what was done with the different animals he had painted the correct color for himself.

“Well…” Garfield took his own brush and started at the end opposite of Rachel in a light layer. “When I was a gorilla I had to paint my fur over and over again so that was like 2 hours but..” He thought about it in terms of how much they had to paint. “When I was a elephant it took like 4 hours but a little cloak shouldn’t be as long since it’s smaller than me and the gorilla, right?” He started to brush the hood completely black, taking his brush and smiling.

He had a mischievous smile on his face before “accidentally” running his brush on Rachel’s chin, giving her a little beard. “Whoops, you know I’m a ‘lil clumsy Rae.” Garfield laughed, no longer able to keep the act up.

 

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“No it’s should probably take only a few min-“ Rachel looked over at Gar just to get cut off by a paintbrush to the face. She glared at him.

“Thanks,” she said sourly. Just then there was a knock at the door; breakfast had arrived. Rachel stood up and quick tried to rub off the paint with her hand, which from the looks of it in the mirror only seemed to make the paint beard a whole lot bigger and now also on her hand. Her want for food outweighed her care for how she looked, so she tossed her brush in the tub and went to answer the door, thinking all the while how she was going to pay him back.

“Room service!” A chipper man dressed up in a nice black suit, with his dark hair slicked back tight with greasy hair gel stood at the door holding a tray with three plates on it (Garfield’s food taking up two of them). The man smile faltered a little bit upon seeing Rachel, though to his credit he hid it well. Rachel could sense his confusion and concern for what on earth was happening in their room.

“Thanks,” Rachel quick grabbed the tray and slammed the door shut as the man said, “Uh, you’re wel-?”

“At least we didn’t raise any alarms,” Rachel said sarcastically, bringing the tray over to rest on her bed for the moment. She realized then that some of the black paint on her hand got on the tray.

“Ok, we’re keeping the paint away from the food. Let’s finish up the cloak so it’ll dry while we eat,” Rachel suggested. She went over to the sink to wash the paint off her hand and her chin.

 

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Garfield laughed a little too hard before falling back onto his back, holding his stomach. “You look cool with a beard though Rae.” He pointed out as she left the bathroom. He normally would’ve laughed it off a few seconds after but now since not only did Rachel smear the paint, the food service dude seemed just as shocked as any other person would.

Once the door slammed Garfield sprung to his feet at the smell of something heavenly and sweet. He rushed out after tossing the brushes aside and looked at the silver platters. “What no way! I wanna eat some right nowww.” Garfield pleaded as he opened up the tray, not caring how much paint got on the food he was preparing to inhale.

Garfield smelled the fruit and French toast combo, eyes lighting up. “Can I at least get one piece?” He asked Rachel while eyeballing the meal before him. It practically made his mouth water but surprisingly he kept his composure, for now.

 

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Rachel sighed. Of course he’d want to break before finishing. No self control. But her stomach was growling too, and the French Toast smelled way too good to be fair.

“All right. Let’s compromise,” She said. Her dark powers picked up the brushes and in quick messy movements painted the cloak. More of the tub was splattered with black, some of the tiled floor as well, but within a minute, the whole cloak was covered, not a speck of dark green to be seen. The brushes fell to the sides of the cloak and Rachel swiped her hands together as if they had done it themselves.

“There. All done.” She switched on the bathroom fan and left the room, ready to leave it be for the time being. Rachel took her plate from the tray and sat down on the other side of her bed, plate on her lap. Her stomach growled again, eager to be fed.

 

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Garfield watched, mesmerized by Rachel’s magic being used at high speed without effort. He heard the paintbrushes scrape the cloak with paint multiple times over in the short minute they came to life before watching them drop dead. “Whoaaa..” Sometimes he wish he could learn more than just making himself float.

Garfield followed Rachel to the food though he sat on the bed behind Rachel with his back against the headboard. He sat one tray on his lap and exhaled in content. “So Rae-“ Garfield stuffed an entire triangle into his mouth, syrup and fruit topping it. “How come you don’t do that with your magic a bunch? You know, like doing stuff fast.”

Though his mouth was full, Garfield saw no reason to talk less though he covered his mouth with his fist only so that food didn’t escape. “I bet you could do a buncha stuff you haven’t tried yet too.” His thoughts made a small connection that maybe Rachel was scared of hurting someone or maybe if she failed something bad could happen.