8883/All that's Missing is a Montage

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All that's Missing is a Montage
Date of Scene: 19 August 2019
Location: Gym, Titans Tower
Synopsis: Beast Boy and Vorpal work out. Sort of.
Cast of Characters: Beast Boy, 87




Beast Boy has posed:
It's later in the evening, after the usual dinner period has passed, though most of the Titans probably do their own thing when it comes to that. Just imagine all of them together at a big dinner table, trying to get through it without something going wild.

The gym is deserted, except for one person. A very green person, in fact. Gar is in the midst of trying some balance and strength workouts on the hoop, beam, and other gymnastics equipment. He tends to go all 'beastmode' when he really needs to do something in a fight, but one never knows when one might not be able to for some reason. Proper training in all areas is important.

The workout attire is simple enough, though it's closer to a wrestling singlet than not: tank-top style upper, shorts that end just above the knees, and snug. It's black to go with white socks and sneakers. At the moment he's using the rings to go through a few pull-ups, jaw clenched as he focuses on his breathing and balance to keep from swinging around.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I thought I was the only night owl around here," Tommy says as he walks into the gym. He has a towel wrapped around the back of his neck and is carrying a water bottle. His attire is simpler than Gar's still: A pair of red bike shorts. He doesn't wear shoes, but rather his feet are shielded by foot protectors the likes of which are worn by Tae Kwon Do fighters.

"Isn't it a little late to be working out for you diurnal creatures?" he says, approaching the gymnastic equipment.

Beast Boy has posed:
There's more strain in Gar's face as he pulls himself up to do one more rep, then he lowers and drops to the floor the few feet it takes to get there. Arms are rubbed with both hands, one after the other, as he flexes his hands. They're also covered in those protective grips gymnasts wear, and he removes them before tossing them off to one side.

"Who?" he asks without going all the way to taking the shape of an owl, grinning enough that the snaggletooth pops out. A moment is taken to look Vorpal up and down at his choice of workout clothes. "I almost went with something like that, but I wasn't sure if anyone else would wander in. I'm trying to keep from getting fat. It's been weeks since my last time in the gym. Time waits for no one."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"You're a shapeshifter, can't you just... metabolize it away?" Vorpal says, waving his fingers in the air as he sets his towel and water bottle up and begins to stretch slowly and methodically. "And on me, something like this is excused because I'm covered in fur. You'd look positively indecent," he grins as he begins to stretch his leg muscles.

"You should come parkour with me. I go parkouring every other day or so, it'll keep you trim. I mean, if I am going to start dating a movie star, I should look the part, right? I've already got three plastic surgeries scheduled and I'm looking into selling dubious new age health products on televsion."

Beast Boy has posed:
"Don't try to confuse me with logic," Gar retorts, rolling his eyes in mock-indignation. "Besides, how jealous would others get if they knew I didn't have to exercise to work off a big meal? All right, Raven probably wouldn't even care, but do you really want to risk her unmaking you or something?" Pause. "She can do that, right?"

He heads over for a swig from a nearby bottle of water of his own, grabbing a towel to wipe at his forehead. "And I'd look indecent, would I? Maybe I should go get into something more so I don't traumatize people for life," he japes before considering one of the treadmills or exercise bikes. "Parkour, huh? I know what that is. You think I could keep up?" The way he squints at the talk of plastic surgeries and all that, before rolling his eyes as clearly as possible.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Traumatized? No. Heavily distracted? Yeah." Vorpal smirks and starts heading towards the treadmill. "And you could try to keep up with me, if you think you've got the stamina." He starts the treadmill, programming it for one of his favorite interval cardio training programs. "It's okay if you can't, you're only a cat when you have to, whereas I am feline perfection twenty four seven," he looks over his shoulder and gives Gar a grin, as he puts both feet on the treadmill and starts the warmup.

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy opts for the treadmill as well, in this case. He's already got the footwear for it. "So you're saying I shouldn't go all Puritan style on you, is that it? No full Bat-suit or Robin-suit or whatever else they've got? No cape and a big 'B' on my chest with my underwear on the outside?" Another pause as he begins to set a few parameters for the machine. "Who even thought of that anyway?"

"I've got stamina for days, kittycat..but yeah, when I'm a cat I'm a cat all the way. You're the one with the humanoid form. I get that if I'm something in the ape family, but there aren't exactly a bunch of other animals that look like they came from humans unless I start getting into mythological stuff." The treadmill gets going at a walking pace so far.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal raises an eyebrow, "I think you should go for whatever style you think suits you best. My personal preference should have no bearing on how you dress, Garfield," he says, starting to pick up the pace. He moves graceully, as if he weighed nothing. "However, you are not dumb. I think you know exactly what I like." He grins and tilts his head back, before turning to face the treadmill.

"You can turn into mythological animals, too? I didn't know that!"

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy touches on the last part first. "I've had some practice. Basically, any type of creature I can picture well enough, I can become." His walk becomes more of a power walk, then a trot, glancing across at Vorpal before looking ahead to keep from having a misstep.

"Just because I have my own style doesn't mean I can't try out someone else's ideas. Even your ideas, Tommy," he points out. He could probably guess at what Vorpal would prefer, it's true. He doesn't. Instead, he teases, "But remember, I was gone a few weeks. I think I forgot."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Oh, really?" Vorpal smirks, jogging now at a moderate pace, looking completely undisturbed. "Does that mean you'll go away for a few weeks in Hollywood and forget you have a boyfriend back here? Hmmm?" It was now his turn to tease. He keeps his gaze straight forward, as if discussing the weather. "You sure you're not half goldfish?"

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy matches the pace, clearly getting his treadmill into a routine that keeps up with whatever Vorpal's set. They may find out who actually has the better stamina of the two. "I might need you to visit so I can have a few reminders of what I'd be looking forward to coming back home to," he suggests with a playful grin. "And you know I can't do anything halfway. It has to be all or nothing. But wouldn't that make me a greenfish in that scenario?" He rubs his chin in the midst of his jog.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"You don't do anything halfway, which is why you kept running back and forth?" Vorpal laughs and looks over at Gar, seeing that he is matching him pace for pace. "You know I'm only joking, right?"

He reaches over and touches the control panel. He starts accelerating... obviously, he's pushing for some more challenge... and seeing how well Gar keeps up.

Beast Boy has posed:
It doesn't actually work with human ears, but for a moment Vorpal might just get the sense from Gar's body language that he's wincing from the retort, joke or not. His pace slows before he picks it back up, hands briefly taking hold of the treadmill's grips. "Yeah, I know I've been more wishy-washy than Charlie Brown sometimes, but I'm trying to be better." It's a sensitive moment from the jokester, his expression having faltered just a bit. "You've been more patient with me than a lot of people would be."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal notices that his joke landed closer than he intended. Having established a steady pace, he reaches over and grabs Gar's hand on the treadmill and looks over to him. "Hey... that was uncalled for. You -do- know that I..."

Unfortunately he was looking at Gar, not at his treadmill.

"YAUGH!"

A misstep causes Vorpal to go flying back, off the treadmill and lamding on his back with a *thud*, sliding a few inches down the floor.
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Beast Boy has posed:
"No, you're..VORP--!"

Now it's Gar's turn to scramble to keep his balance on the treadmill as the sudden sight of Vorpal's colorful form departing the treadmill leads to him nearly doing the same in similar fashion. It's only due to his hands already being in contact with the equipment that he rights himself and hits the button to stop it while hopping off, darting over beside Vorpal to look down at him appraisingly.

Hands then settle at his hips as he stands overhead. "Some cat you are. I thought they're supposed to land on their feet no matter what," he chides, clucking his tongue.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal groans, holding hsi head in both hands while remaining prone on the ground. "Yeah... well, 'm trying a new thing, it's all about landing on your head 'cause there's no risk of losing anything there. Oooowww..." He winces. "... we need to install padded floors here." He opens his eyes and looks up at Gar. "Well. At least the view's okay."

Beast Boy has posed:
Shaking his head slowly, Beast Boy grimaces and starts to crouch before changing his mind and going back upright. "You sure you didn't knock a little sense into that thick head of yours?" he asks, peering down at Vorpal.

"By the way," he adds with a snap of the fingers and a gesture higher on his person. "My eyes are up here." There's no possible way he was just waiting for the perfect time to say that, is there? A hand is extended to offer help back up as he continues, "You weren't wrong, though. You know I've had problems with commitment."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy takes Gar's hand and slowly pulls himself up. He rubs the back of his head and looks a little sheepish, and says, "I guess I'm still a little in denial? I'm half expecting to wake up one morning and find a note from you telling me you've thought it over and nevermind."

He looks at Beast Boy for a few seconds, and adds, "It's not really fair to you, is it?" He says, and reaches over to place both hands on Gar's hips. "You don't need to take that shit from me."

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy makes a face, but he doesn't seem offended. "I get it, but you know..I've kind of earned it by being a big dummy at times. I've left you hanging more than once, and I'm still sorry about that even if things are better now." Safe to say he understands where there could be some apprehension and uncertainty about whether this time will last or not. "I'm just going to have to be a more faithful puppy." He finds a grin as he glances down at the hands at his sides, his returning the gesture.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"And I could be less of a jerk and actually, you know, give you the chance?" Vorpal says, sheepishly. "So... I apologize for that jab, 'cause it just wasn't cool and you are honestly trying. Do you forgive me?" he leans in forward and touches his nose to Gar's, "It won't happen again."

Beast Boy has posed:
"Apology accepted, but I might have to think of a way for you to make it up to me if you're reeeaaalllly serious about that," Gar supposes, eyes shifting toward the ceiling to show how thoughtful he's trying to be right this moment. "And of course I forgive you," he adds. "As long as you forgive me when I'm being an idiot and missing obvious stuff." When noses touch, he looks more or less past Vorpal because it's hard for eyes to focus that closely, and a set of fingers sneak their way around to try a little scritching of the tailbone area. Evil.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal gasps and arches his back, and then gives Gar a quick swat. "Not fair, you've got strategic knowledge of my weak flanks" He smirks and grabs Gar's hand and takes it away from his tailbone. "You're a brat," he laughs and actually gives the green Titan a quick kiss on the lips before walking back towards the treadmill. "But you haven't beat me yet. We'll see about making it up to you once you've bested me in singular combat. Or jogging." He stops the machine and then resets it. He looks at the programs and then grins. "Okay... wanna try Marathon 1? The loser has to pay for a full spa treatment for the winner."

Beast Boy has posed:
Amusement shows in Gar's expression, along with innocence that can only be feigned because trying to be sincere with that look just isn't going to work right now. "Nobody ever said you have to fight fair," he replies, the arching of that back not an unwelcome thing even if he engages in evasive maneuvers after the swat. And, after the lip-pecking, which draws a wider smile.

"I think I've had enough of that monster," he says of the treadmill, giving it a dismissive wave. "And I definitely don't feel like running a marathon, so you win by default. That coat of yours looks like it needs a good cleaning." It really doesn't, though. Probably. Just more of that bratty side bubbling to the surface. He turns around and bends over to pick up a few of his things.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal pauses and watches Gar, and suddenly goes very quiet. Eventually he seems to find his voice as he reaches for his towel. "Well, I can't onject to fastidious hygiene. They do say cleanliness is next to godliness..." He walks over to Gar and slips an arm around his shoulders. "You -are- a brat, convincing me to skip my workout like this. Tomorrow you'll have to accompany me on an extra-long parkour." He smiles and rolls his eyes, "A good cleaning it is. Wanna camp out on the roof afterwards and watch the sun rise?"

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy glances over a shoulder, undoubtedly wondering what's got Vorpal so silent just like that. As if he didn't know. "Well, you won't find me all filthy...even if sometimes I have a strange urge to roll around in the mud." Depends on the look at the moment. Contact made again, he points out ever so helpfully, "I'm not stopping you from anything. You're free to ride the Treadmill of Doom a while longer if you want to. We could just permanently attach your name to one of the beds in the medbay at this rate."

Thinking it through, he gives Vorpal a little hip-bump. "I'll try the parkour, and that sounds terribly cheesy but sure. I can do that. I'll even try not to howl at the moon."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Cheesy? Ohoho, keep it up, Beast Boy, and I'll force Raven to watch 'The Notebook' and tell her it was all your idea." He returns the hip-bump and tweaks his nose, "C'mon, get your stuff and let's get clean. You're not rolling around in any mud unless you want Colette -and- Damian to hunt you down for tracking dirt all over the tower. It is absolutely no fun dating a man who is in traction."

That said, he gives Gar a light slap across his butt and walks towards the door. "Catch up. Last one is a rotten egg!"

Beast Boy has posed:
"You wouldn't," Gar reacts with a show of 'fear' not only from the Raven bit, but also what the others might do if he did come in literally dirty. And yet...mmmmaybe. Just maybe. When they aren't around, and when he can wipe it from the security videos.

After the smack, which he oversells with both hands flying back behind himself, he breaks into hot pursuit of the catboy, of course, as a chicken. "I'll have you know my eggs are never rotten!"