Owner	Pose
Beast Boy	This is NOT Tiffany's. This is Tommy's, and into the window flies a perfectly green parrot. Parrots are supposed to be green, so this isn't strange right? They also mimic human speech, so as it settles onto the arm of the sofa it's not weird at all to hear it cat-call whislte and chirp out, "Toooooooooooommyyyy!"
Vorpal	Tommy has a lot of fans. They're the best fans, really- okay, they're only four fans distributed around the room. They're your regular boxy fans, the kind college students prop around their dorms all across the nation. The resulting effect is that the room is not a burning inferno anymore. It's still too damned hot, though. A door opens and Tommy emerges from the bathroom clad only in a pair of neon green and black underarmour shorts, fur glistening from a spray at the 'mister', towel around his shoulders. "OH... sorry boss. I woke up this morning feeling like I was in a sauna, I had to cool off."
Beast Boy	"It's cool, dude! Am I too early to go for pancakes? I got excited. Thinking baout you and pancakes, and endless pancakes!" Garfield the Parrot chirps again, wings flapflapping excitedly.
Vorpal	Tommy smirks and walks over to the windowsill, sitting on it. "Well, parrots can't eat pancakes, I'm afraid. Not good for them. But I can see if we have any sunflower seeds...I should have a few packs of them." He grins.
Beast Boy	Cue shift! Garfield swings his feet over the floor from the armrest of the sofa, ams propped next to his hips. "I can too eat pamcakes!" Yes. Pam-Cakes. Like how a kid says them. Garfield smiles brightly. "I can eat them in any form. Like pizza. You have not had a laugh until you've seen people boggle at a bunny chowing down on a meat lovers."
Vorpal	The Cheshire cat grins. "You can be whatever shape you like, though I like your main one." He slides off the couch and stops. "I mean, I think your main one is cool, too." He quickly goes over to the closet and opens it, suddenly very aware that he's only wearing those shorts. "Okay, what does one wear for breakfast without suffocating..."
Beast Boy	"I like this one too. Yours is also nice. The tail especially! and the ears. I am ever so jealous of the ears. I just wanna stritch them," Garfield says, not intending to sound at all sexual. It's just stated for what it is. Still on the sofa, he rolls his shoulders. "If you wanna go like that and just illusion yourself something, you can. I was gonna go like this," he says, pointing at his red and white. "Because I flew here and parrots can't carry tshirt and jeans."
Vorpal	"I guess I could do that. Honestly I've been tempted to do that for most of the last two weeks. I'm just scared I'll lose focus or my illusion gets dispelled and wham- I'm in my underwear in the middle of a group of people." He looks at himself in the mirror, and thinks. Hm, why not? An outfit in purple and white covers him- it's very much the same cut as Gar's, ending above the knees and at the shoulders. "There, now you won't be the only one to stick out." He smirks and walks over to the couch, sitting next to Gar and crossing his legs. "You can scritch them if you want, but in moderation. I lose focus on what I was doing when I get scritched."
Beast Boy	Garfield levels A Look at Tommy. "Dude. You are a cat... covered in fur. You could wear a loincloth and everyone would be like 'Yup. Legit.'" He pauses, as if thinking as Tommy illusions himself a thing to wear. "Hmm? Oh. Nice," he says, reaching up to stritch a little bit, because ooooh, stritching nice. "Dude, you know what you should do? A Kzin. Total Kzin cosplay. It's be Swa-eeet!" stritching.
Vorpal	And Tommy closes his eyes and purrrrs, leaning into the scritch. And just like that, his costume vanishes. A few seconds later, he looks down and points, "See what I mean? C'mon, Gar, I may be covered in fur, but you know very well people would talk." He focuses again, and the costume comes back on again. He gives it a willful push to strengthen the illusion. He laughs at the suggestion, "Maybe I will, maybe I will. Will you go as an Orion dancing boy? You've got to wear the short shorts and the go-go boots," he teases.
Beast Boy	"Hell, yes. Next scifi con?" Gar asks, pulling his hand away from those velvety ears when Tommy's eyes open on a pout. "Or right now? I'd have to hit the hotel and maybe find a belly dance outfit. I sould be able to find one at a dance wear studio, right? And some body jewels, you think?"
Vorpal	"T-there's no need right now," Tommy says hurriedly. He stands up quickly, "Shall we go get pamcakes? We don't want to starve you." He got a brief mental image of Gar in a male version of a belly dancer's outfit, and he felt a little hot under the collar. And he wasn't even wearing a collar. "Where are we eating, by the by?"
Beast Boy	Garfield hops off the sofa to follow Tommy out the door. "IHOP. Duh!" he says, unaware of the effect he had. His mind just doesn't Go there right away. He was thinking of from a cosplay angle and because in costume like that in public is totally not an embarassing thing. Trex, after all. OOH. Philsoraptor! "I don't have my phone, by the way."
Vorpal	"That's ok, I've got mine..." The trip to the IHOP is quick- because Rabbit Holes are the shortest route between any two points. That, and Tommy doesn't want to be out in the sun longer than necessary. They manage to get a booth in one of the far corners of the restaurant. The waitress seems accustomed to dealing with colorful clientele and how to accomodate them for semi-privacy. There's stares, of course there are, but people so far have been polite and not requested any autographs. Once settled in the booth, the cheshire cat grabs a menu. "Hey... about last night..."
Beast Boy	"And your drunk friends?" Garfield says brightly, after a wonderful smiel to the waitress and placing his drink order. The green teen leans forward arms on the table. "Funniest thing that's happened in a while. And adorable! Looking otuf or you likt that. But seriously. Next time you wanna know a thing about me, just ask. If it's too personal, I'll say so."
Vorpal	The cat looks down at his menu and blushes. "I'm glad you're not mad... I... Marinette- that's my friend- and I had a plan to get her boyfriend drunk so he could let go of some of his inhibitions. They both ended up getting drunk and it clearly backfired on me. Marinette spent years chasing after this boy but never said anything to him until circumstances changed that. Now that she's gotten her pie, she seems to think everybody should go and get one." He looks at the menu. The menu is very interesting .Yes.
Beast Boy	"Pie is good," Garfield agrees, nodding as if he were a baked goods sage. The Sage of Fruit Filled... yeah. let's stop right there. "ooooh.... Belgium Waffles..." He drools a tiny bit before looking up at Tommy over his own menu. "If it bothered you that she asked for you, let me know. I'll forget it happened. Until I need a grin at the amazing friends you have when I'm on my own. But Mum will be the word, and it'll stay with me forever... and then, if you wanted to know for whatever reason you can ask... as if marinette hadn't asked for you while she was drunk."
Vorpal	The cat looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, looking over the items. When he finally sets the menu down, he says "It's not that I want you to forget. I just don't know how I feel about..." He pauses, "I told you what happened to me, right? How I became a supervillain for a day?"
Beast Boy	Garfield nods, lowering his menu because this is serious talk. "Because you liked a guy and he ended up not liking you that way back. Which is a hard blow. I get it. It's happened to me, but it's not YOUR fault. You can't think it is. That's them. And that's cool. You're you and that's amazing," Garfield says, shrugging and smiling.
Vorpal	"But you don't know me, Gar. You don't know if I'm amazing." The cat raises an eyebrow. "Do you wear your heart on your sleeve all the time? It's like you take everybody at face value." He toys with a napkin. He didn't know what to make of Gar Logan. Stories abounded everywhere of how he flirted with everybody, of how he joked with everybody. He either was sincerely like that, or if it was all some sort of act. And what was more infuriating was that Tommy couldn't make up his mind.
Beast Boy	"You're right. I totally don't know you well," Garfield starts, menu flat on the table and let go so it can start ticking things off on his fingers. "I know that have a tragic orgin story. I know that you're cute in your human illusion - the freckles by the way? Perfection. Makes me wanna count them... or take a sharpie and play connect the dots into awesome constellations. Where was I? Oh, yes. Cute as a human; beautiful as a cat. I know that you might have worked for a sleazoid ragmag, but you walked when jerkball editor tried to push you across a line, meaning your morals are in the total right place and you're not afraid to risk everything to stick up for them or others," Garfield says before putting his hands down on the table. "You're right. I know absolutely nothing about the amazing young hero sitting across from me about to start the most spectacular rescuing career known to man kind... And -I- get a front row set with an all-access back stage pass? Hell yes, what kind of lottery did I just win?"
Vorpal	Tommy's eyes fall to the table and he stays silent for a while. It's uncomfortable- even as the waitress comes to take their order, he only says what's necessary to take the order. When she leaves, he falls back into silence, a slight frown on his forehead, as if deep in thought. He stares at his glass of ice water as if it were some sort of divination device and he could glimpse the answer to whatever question he has in his mind on its surface. He finally looks up from the table, at Gar, but he doesn't say anything yet, his expression hard to read.
Beast Boy	And Garfield waits. He gives his order. He doctors his coffee. He sips and kicks his feet gently, but he waits. Because This. Is. An. Important. Moment. In. History. (TM)
Vorpal	Tommy eventually takes a deep breath. The waitress comes and places the belgian waffles and orange juice he ordered in front of him. He thanks her, but ignores the food, for now. "Thank you." His voice is quiet, and then he says "I don't know what to make of you, Gar Logan."
Beast Boy	"Whatever you want!" Garfield offers, arms out wide and a smile on his face. "Bad, good, meh. Just lemme know where your boundaries are. I'll respect them, because I respect you," he adds picking up his coffee and holding it up to be clinked before drinking. And then he winks. "And you're welcome. You're welcome, for the tide, the sun, sky..." Perfect Maui impersonation there.
Vorpal	The cat is silent for a few seconds, and then clinks Garfield's drink before getting up and sitting on the green teen's side of the booth, sliding over to him. "I don't know how stuff like this goes, okay?" he says very, very quietly, leaning in so only Garfield can hear. "I don't... I'm scared to... look." Breath. Another try. "I... need to be slow. And... I want to say some of the things you said. About you." His heart jumps to his throat, and he clearly struggles to say something, until he finally twists his mind around it. "Your skin. The green. I think it's very pretty. I think you are too." He pauses and then rephrases, "Handsome. You're very handsome, and... yeah, I enjoy looking at you. And you seem to bring laughter out of anything. And that's... nice." "But... I d-don't know. Look..." He turns to look at Gar. "I'm saying that I'd like..." he reaches out and tentatively places two fingers on Garfield's wrist, "... I'd like to know you better. But-" his ears twitch, "-if someone comes along who moves at your speed... I can deal with that."
Beast Boy	Sat next to, Garfield smiling, scooting just to make enough room for Tommy to get both cheeks onto the booth next to him. He leans a bit so Tommy can keep his voice low. He sets one arm on the back of the booth behind Tommy, not quite a hug, but helping to close the space between them, better for secrets shared. Garfield listens, a soft patient warm caring smile on his face. As Vorpal starts and stops, Garfield waits through it, turning his face to meet the feline's gaze levelly. Fingers placed on his wrist, Garfield rolls his hand over, fingers open in invitation without taking, without forcing any speed whatsoever. "Totally cool, man. I don't wanna rush ya, or make ya do anything you aint' comfy with. Cause right now, I'm not looking for anyone to cozy up with full time, and I'm gonna be honest, when I'm a puppers, I pretty much will take belly rubs from anyone. That's just how puppers think, ya know? As a cat, I'm more selective, so if I rub on ya, I like you. And, I've pretty much wanted to rub on ya since day one cause you're cool and I like you. "So, we'll hang out, get to know each other, and when ya wanna see if it goes anywhere, lemme know. I'll be around," Garfield says, grinning warmly.
Vorpal	Tommy looks at Gar's hand and hesitates for a second. Gar can probably hear the heartbeats as he takes a deep breath and slowly moves his hand over, to cover Gar's. "I like this..." he say quietly. This is the first time he's had contact like this with a guy. That doesn't skitter away, like Chatdrien. He looks up from the hand and back at Gar. "Its kinda hard not to like you." He is conscious of the arm over him at the booth. Should he? He scoots closer, to see if maybe he will put the arm around him. "So... er... you've done this with guys before, right?" "Because I don't really... I've never really dated. Unless you count prom night, and that was just a friend."
Beast Boy	Hand taken, Gar curls his fingers easily round Tommy's, smiling. The arm does fall into place as Tommy moves himself in closer, and fingertips give the fur on Tommy's arm a light run through. Fur! So soft! "Yeah. I've been out for like... ever? After all, the Hyperolius viridiflavus can spontaneously change gender and Ovis aries show exclusive homosexual orientations. Really, how more natural can this be? Rigid boy-girl only pairings? So a human society thing. We need to get over ourselves and stop being so shy about these sorts of things, for real yo," Gar rambles happily about his animal nerdom.
Vorpal	"And you come with a subscription to National Geographic, too... that's like a complete bundle." The cheshire cat laughs and purrs, closing his eyes for a moment at the contact. He leans in against Gar, enjoying the warth without realizing he had been craving the touch. Maybe that was part of the newfound feline side? He didn't know. "I guess... but there are some traditional things that aren't so bad. Like...y'know. Dinner and a movie? We could try it. If you'd be ok with that..."
Beast Boy	"Natgeo, Animal Planet... the whole nine," Garfield says, grinning at the purring and so petting again. He gets it. Kitties like their pets. He likes the pets too. PDA does not bother him at all. "Sure. Dinner and a movie. Double dates. Ran into buddy of mine from Hawaii. He's not from Hawaii. We met in Hawaii. Anyway. He's in town and has a girl. Maybe we could double date. He said his girl's craycray though, so if you're not gravy with it, that's cool. I'll totally cover for you. Or he offered a beach trip or a thing to Savage Land? She likes to treasure hunt."
Vorpal	"Oh? Who is this friend of yours? I'd love to go on a...." He blinks. "On a date. With you." Tommy lets his thumb brush along the edge of Gar's, feeling the skin with his fingerpad. "I never really asked. Would you like to go on a date, then?" He says. He's suddenly aware that someone in a booth is taking a picture of them, surreptitously with a phone. He instantly slides away from Gar, though keeping his hand on his. "... How do you- I mean, do you mind being seen with-"
Beast Boy	Garfield smiles brightly as Tommy's mind catches up. "His name's Conner," says the green teen, leaning forward. "I'd love to go on a date with you," he says easily, face falling slightly as Tommy grows uncomfortbale. He follows the feeling as Vorpal starts to slide away. Spotting the phone, Garfield smiles brightly waves at the camera in the most non-threatening in your face 'you got busted being a tool' move ever, and then looks back at Tommy. "Dude?" Pause for Tommy to look over. Garfield smiles and shifts into a monkey boy. Furry, fangs, prehensile tail that collects his coffee cup to toast with. "You're the pretty one. People who don't like cats might have a scre loose." Garfield sips his coffee... which he is holding in his tail.
Vorpal	"It's... it's not that." Tommy looks embarrassed and then he slides back against Gar looking sheepish. "I just don't know how you handle the public thing. Some people don't want anyone to know they're even dating, much less whom." He reaches and grabs for his own coffee, clinking it with Gar's. "Don't ever think for a moment I'm ashamed. Gar, full confession time here, there's a folder in my laptop that's got nothing but pics of you. A year ago if I had been told I'd be holding hands with Garfield Logan in a booth at IHOP, I'd ask them to get me whatever it is they're having." Tommy smirks, a little self-conscious. "Is it kind of pathetic that I took the whole turning into a cat thing in stride, and *this* is what I'm all thumbs about?"
Beast Boy	Slide back against, Gar returns his arm, but stays as Monkey Boy because it's made camera guy turn away. Presumably to tweet that. Gar looks over. "Gosh, I hope he knows my handle...." Pause. "Oh. I'm pretty open with the public. I mean, I don't leave my location on, but I don't care if people know if I'm dating, whom I'm dating. What I had for lunch. Does it bug you? If the public know? Cause, I can totally bug out too!" He grins, waiting for the laugh or the groan or both. "No.It's not pathetic at all. You're dealing with things. Some stuff's new and you're not sure how to sort it. You'll get there."
Vorpal	"Bother me?" Tommy thinks about this for a second, and then hehs. "Nah, it doesn't bother me. The only thing I need to decide is... well. There's one thing I need to decide, and sooner rather than later." He lets go of Gar's hand to grab his glass of water and sip it, then he returns the hand. It's his first time holding hands with a boy. He's going to get as much mileage of that first time as he can until cramping settles in.
Beast Boy	"Okay. Lemme know when you've decided it?" Gar asks, not sounding like he's rushing for a choice a tall or een to know what it is. Coffee cup it put down and fork is... not really picked up. Tail is not that dexterious. Well, it's endless pamcakes. And Garfield turns a smile back on Tommy.
Vorpal	Tommy returns the smile, and tilts his head. "Well, I want your opinion. You don't have a secret identity. How much of a hassle is it to pretend one person is two different people?" Tommy reaches over and carves out a good portion of a pancake with a free hand and points the fork with the offering at Gar, smirking. "Be honest and you'll get rewarded." He waves the pancacke piece.
Beast Boy	"For an actor? Piece of pancake. Character and off set real person," Garfield answers, eyes on the pancake. omnomnomnom put it in my mouth! :O
Vorpal	The cat smirks and feeds the piece of pancake to Gar, saying, "Alright. I've got a secret identity, as you know... so you need to decide which one of 'us' you want to be seen dating. And maybe..." He speaks quietly, with a smile, "... if things get serious... I may consider just going public with my identity in the end. I mean, if..." he chuckles nervously, "You know. If we hit it off. Because you don't have a secret identity, and if we ever become serious, it wouldn't be fair to you. If that is ever the case... I can do that."
Beast Boy	"Okay. I vote I'm dating the cat, because that picture is probably on Twitter. And that way, I get to hire Tommy the former ragmag reporter while dating the super hero Vorpal. Win-win-win. We are all winning at life!" Garfield proposes very happily.
Vorpal	"To winning, then," the cat toasts, clinking his coffee with Gar's, "And to that double date with your Hawaiian friend. I can't wait to meet your friends. Though I have a hard time believing they're half as interesting as you are."