Quick author's note, just to get it out of the way. I wrote this in about an hour on-off typing. No thought to it beforehand, the idea just came out of nowhere and I went with it. Short but hopefully entertaining, and I plan to add more chapters of random enjoyment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, if I did then the characters on the show wouldn't be so OOC.
"All I'm saying is that your disgusting germ-infected red meat should go on the bottom shelves." Beast Boy pulled open a drawer nestled in the depths of the refrigerator and dropped Cyborg's red meat inside.
Cyborg shoved Beast Boy to the side and snatched the wrapped meat from the drawer, putting it on the top shelf while shoving the tofu dogs into the drawer. "And all I'M saying is that more people in this place eat my crappy 'germ-infested' meat than your crappy tofu and soy… crap."
Raven looked up from her book that she was trying to read while sitting at the island, secretly amused. "I see your vocabulary has expanded, Cyborg."
He glared at her and held his mechanical arm up, "hey, I have an entire dictionary programmed in this thing!" Beast Boy rolled his eyes and quickly switched the food products while Cyborg was distracted, smiling in triumph. "Besides- BEAST BOY! I know you're not touching my food!"
Beast Boy slapped his hand on the meat and rubbed it around, smiling in victory, "HA! Touching, touching!" He dodged Cyborg's fist and it painfully collided with the floorboards, shaking the kitchen.
The fight was put on brief hiatus when Starfire drifted into the doorway and examined the room, searching for her friends. "Robin would like to know if you two have completed your task of re-organizing the refrigerator."
Beast Boy and Cyborg's voices drifted to her ears in unison; "NO!" The girls shared a look (which the boys secretly dubbed the 'we're questioning your mental stability' look) as a packet of tofu dogs flew overhead and collided with the defenseless cabinets. A green chicken hopped onto the island, red meat in beak, and dashed towards the doorway Starfire occupied, closely followed by Cyborg.
"Beast Boy, you little chicken! Come back here or I'll throw all of your tofu out the window!"
"Bucka!"
All three disappeared from view but their progress could be tracked by the crashes and bangs echoing throughout the hall.
Raven inwardly sighed in exasperation and closed her eyes. The contents of the refrigerator were encased in a black vapor as they silently shifted. Her eyes reopened and the door shut with a satisfying click. Why she did not do that 35 minutes ago when Beast Boy and Cyborg first appeared, Raven wasn't sure. When the Teen Titans first formed she would have solved the problem in the most efficient way possible, but today she just watched as two of her teammates jostled each other and threw in smart comments when she felt like participating.
Cyborg returned carrying a squirming Beast Boy by his ankles in his robotic hand and his prized meat in the other. He kicked the bottom of the fridge and the obeying door swung open, surrounding him in yellow light. He gazed at the organized shelves in front of him, drinks on the top left, leftovers stacked to the right, cheese and lunchmeat stacked in a drawer below, bottles and condiments in the door (except the mustard, which sat beside Beast Boy's soy milk), etc. "Yo, Raven! What'd you do to my fridge?!"
"I organized it."
Beast Boy fell haphazardly to the floor as Cyborg's eyebrow rose in contemplation. He looked at the red meat in his hand, then to the refrigerator, and back to his meat. "Oh, thanks. Uh… Raven?"
"The drawer that says meat, Cyborg."
"…Right."
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, if I did then the characters on the show wouldn't be so OOC.
"All I'm saying is that your disgusting germ-infected red meat should go on the bottom shelves." Beast Boy pulled open a drawer nestled in the depths of the refrigerator and dropped Cyborg's red meat inside.
Cyborg shoved Beast Boy to the side and snatched the wrapped meat from the drawer, putting it on the top shelf while shoving the tofu dogs into the drawer. "And all I'M saying is that more people in this place eat my crappy 'germ-infested' meat than your crappy tofu and soy… crap."
Raven looked up from her book that she was trying to read while sitting at the island, secretly amused. "I see your vocabulary has expanded, Cyborg."
He glared at her and held his mechanical arm up, "hey, I have an entire dictionary programmed in this thing!" Beast Boy rolled his eyes and quickly switched the food products while Cyborg was distracted, smiling in triumph. "Besides- BEAST BOY! I know you're not touching my food!"
Beast Boy slapped his hand on the meat and rubbed it around, smiling in victory, "HA! Touching, touching!" He dodged Cyborg's fist and it painfully collided with the floorboards, shaking the kitchen.
The fight was put on brief hiatus when Starfire drifted into the doorway and examined the room, searching for her friends. "Robin would like to know if you two have completed your task of re-organizing the refrigerator."
Beast Boy and Cyborg's voices drifted to her ears in unison; "NO!" The girls shared a look (which the boys secretly dubbed the 'we're questioning your mental stability' look) as a packet of tofu dogs flew overhead and collided with the defenseless cabinets. A green chicken hopped onto the island, red meat in beak, and dashed towards the doorway Starfire occupied, closely followed by Cyborg.
"Beast Boy, you little chicken! Come back here or I'll throw all of your tofu out the window!"
"Bucka!"
All three disappeared from view but their progress could be tracked by the crashes and bangs echoing throughout the hall.
Raven inwardly sighed in exasperation and closed her eyes. The contents of the refrigerator were encased in a black vapor as they silently shifted. Her eyes reopened and the door shut with a satisfying click. Why she did not do that 35 minutes ago when Beast Boy and Cyborg first appeared, Raven wasn't sure. When the Teen Titans first formed she would have solved the problem in the most efficient way possible, but today she just watched as two of her teammates jostled each other and threw in smart comments when she felt like participating.
Cyborg returned carrying a squirming Beast Boy by his ankles in his robotic hand and his prized meat in the other. He kicked the bottom of the fridge and the obeying door swung open, surrounding him in yellow light. He gazed at the organized shelves in front of him, drinks on the top left, leftovers stacked to the right, cheese and lunchmeat stacked in a drawer below, bottles and condiments in the door (except the mustard, which sat beside Beast Boy's soy milk), etc. "Yo, Raven! What'd you do to my fridge?!"
"I organized it."
Beast Boy fell haphazardly to the floor as Cyborg's eyebrow rose in contemplation. He looked at the red meat in his hand, then to the refrigerator, and back to his meat. "Oh, thanks. Uh… Raven?"
"The drawer that says meat, Cyborg."
"…Right."