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Ryand'r	The food of champions, the breakfast of the zesty and zealous, the reward of the hard-working. Pizza. It was such a lovely word, such a harmonious word, that Vorpal simply had to sit back at his booth and admire the beauty, the wonderment of his full Extravaganza pizza with added banana peppers and double cheese. Such a work of art. He decided to end his Sunday patrol early, since it started early- at the crack of dawn, really. Six o'clock, with the Sun just starting to think about beginning the sundown in an hour or so, golden light streaming through the windows and warming up his fur. What else could he ask for? Well. A uniform that doesn't ride up. He's been thinking about asking Marinette if she can give him a better fitting uniform- it's not that it's too tight, he's comfortable enough to wear your standard hero chucks, it's just that the fit is all wrong. He plans to pay for it, of course. He leans back on his booth for a moment, sipping on his ice water. He doesn't indulge himself with food like this this often- he knows the price he'd have to pay if he did so. But he does make sure to do a little sin here and there on days where his patrol has been especially tiring. He thinks of it as accumulating good credit. But not too much. "Come to papa!" he says to himself and reaches for a slice. He ignores the glances from some of the patrons. He's getting used to being seen in public like this. It's good exercise.
Beast Boy	In walks a young green man. Super green. God, that was a great movie! Pushing into the Domino's, Garfield inhales the sweet scent of Pizza and smiles hugey at the feline reaching for a slice of pizza. "Dude. Nice fur!" says the green guy, smiling brightly and, when he notes the stares of the other patrons, he moves over to Vorpal and offers a hand. "Gar Logan. Nice to meet you. God, what I wouldn't give to get fur JUST like that! I'm usually stuck somewhere between Persian long hair or way too short Amercian domestic. Can I touch you?"
Ryand'r	Voral stops the slice halfway to his mouth, and then quickly sets it back ont he plate, wiping his hand on the hanky as Gar extends a hand. Grease (delicious grease) removed from his hand, he reaches out and shakes Gar's hand with a smirk. "I know who you are, dude. I've been a fan of yours since '16." The request gets a look, and then an eyebrow raise. "Er... sure," The Cheshire cat extends an arm. This is new. He's gotten a few girls and even a couple of sweet old ladies asking if they could pet him- he usually swallows his pride, because he can't cuss a grandma out. This is new, though. "You can call me Vorpal. I don't usually have movie stars coming up and asking if they can touch my fur. SO that's a new thing that's happened today. But you won't get fur like this unless you match me-" of course he knows who Gar Logan is. Who hasn't heard of Beast Boy? It helped he was a fan already, though, "You'd have to become a Cheshire cat like me to get it."
Beast Boy	"Ooooooh... You know. I don't think I've tried that yet. I wonder..." A moment's thought and POOF one green Cheshire Cat Gar style. All after giving Vorpal's arm an appreciative stroke. Really, very silky. Gar looks down at himself, then back for the tail, then back at Vorpal. "Awesome. Lemme order another pizza. Mind if I join you?" Because now if people are going to stare, they'll have TWO cats to look at. "Since '16, really? Those were the days!"
Ryand'r	"Yeah, I am totally going to object to Gar Logan sharing a pizza with me. Get real!" Vorpal laughs and pulls his pizza towards him so that there's room when they bring his order. "What are you doing in town? I thought you were doing stuff in the other coast... I haven't really kept up with the club." Yeah. Admission. Official fanclub member. "MOstly 'cause I've been a little..." he points to himself, "Busy. I transformed about six months ago. Since then I've started doing the hero thing you're doing, got briefly turned into a supervillain, embarrassed myself in front of my best friend, gone to school, switched schools..." He reaches for the slice and takes out a healthy bite. "Busy."
Beast Boy	"Sounds like you've been busy. A real super villain. Wow, dude. That had to be a little crazy. Glad you're better now. Like, got turned into a newt better," Gar rambles a bit, laughing at his joke as he waits for his order. His tail sweeps up in amusement. "I'm moving here for a bit. Need to get away from Hollywood because oh my stars and garters is it crazy! How bad did you embarass? Can ya fix it? I'm sure you can. You seem like the cat's meow. Get it? 'cause we're cats!" He laughs again.
Ryand'r	It was kind of creepy looking at someone who looked like him, albeit green. He rolls his eyes and chuckles at the puns. "Well, I didn't really do it voluntarily. I was being used by a supervillain to get something they wanted off two of my friends. You could say that in this regard, I was made into a cat's paw." Because he can make awful jokes, too. He's been paying attention. "And with that one particular friend... things are okay now. But I completely misread the fact that they were polite and affable and instead I thought there might be a 'thing' between us," he uses air quotes, because he's fancy, "But it turned out I was totally wrong. Hawkmoth- that's the name of the villain- has this power that can transform people who are angry, sad, heartbroken, whatever, into villains under his control, and he got me that way. That's when I decided I wasn't going to put myself in a situation like that again." He acks, as he got a particularly cheesy slice with streeeetchy cheese. He does his best to try to keep it from falling while also lapping it up as fast as possible. He loved pizza, but it was also a master-level challenge to eat it and not get any of it on your fur.
Beast Boy	"ooooooooh, yeah. Sounds like the suck right there," Gar says, watching Vorpal struggle with the cheese. He gets it. Cheese in fur. His own pizza set down, Gar grabs the parm and liberally shakes the flakey goodness all over. "So, you hit on her and she friend zoned you and this Hawkmoth dude took advantage of broken heart? Damn. I hate people who do that. Can I help? Keep you from being sad and vulnerable to Dickmoth again?"
Ryand'r	"Him, actually. He goes by 'Chat Noir', but that's all sorted out. I don't plan on being that vulnerable again, so you don't need to worry. Besides, aren't you goign to be busy hanging out with the big name supers over here? I heard they've built a tower for young heroes or something like that. You probably know some of the peeps there. I don't get invited to fancy stuff like that 'cause I'm still pretty much a nobody." With that cheesy crisis solved, Vorpal reaches for one of the breadsticks and decides to bite on one before he deals with the cheese problem again. "Isn't the move going to upset your thing with Lady Montage, though? Or was that whole thing just a publicity stunt to move that music video of hers?" He smirks and takes a sip of his glass. "In my secret identity, I used to do news media stuff. Until I got fired yesterday."
Beast Boy	"Black Cat... I like it. I'd be Chat Verde... Wait.. Gato Verde? My lanaguages suck," Gar chuckles, working on a slice for himself, movement easy and carefree and comfortable in his green fur. "I'm busy hanging out with whomever I want to hang out with, actually. I was thinking about going to some of the children's home, actually, and seeing if they'd be okay if I spent the afternoon playing fetch with the kids.. or giving them horse rides.. or elephant rides.. or something," Garfield replies with a bright smile, turnign his attention to biting into his slice. "That? Totally publicity stunt. Well, after then first week. She wasn't my type really... Aw, you got fired. Dude. Crushed. I'm sorry, man."
Ryand'r	"That's ok. I guess it would come down to this after I transformed. I worked for HeroWatch." That's all he needs to say. The sleazy tabloid of superhero media. "There came a point where I refused to do run any more hit pieces. I'm afraid I had to pen one on you... fortunately it didn't stick." He looks at Gar Logan and hesitates for a moment. But hey... this is Gar Logan. He leans forward. "I want to apologize for it. It was the one that hinted that you and Robin were hooking up. The editor told me I either ran it or got the boot... I'm so sorry. If you're pissed and want to walk off with the pizza, I'll understand." He leans back. He's just told Gar his real name, after all. Well, if Gar realizes what he just did, because it would be easy for him to look up who wrote articles on him on the HeroWatch website.
Beast Boy	"OOh... HeroWatch. They'd do some real good if they weren't all tabloidy," Gar comments, nodding at Vorpal's decision to no longer 'play that game'. Being told Tommy had to write a piece on him, and recalling the acticle well enough, Gar lowers the piece he was about to 'attack' in order to gift Vorpal with a warm and altogether forgicing smile. "It's fine, dude. You had to do what you thought you had to do. It was a nicely written piece, actually. I almost believed it myself. Robin is pretty hot. I wouldn't have minded it being true, in all honesty. But it wasn't to be," Gar says sighing dramatically before smiling again. "So, no harm done. I'm not pissed, at all. Whacha planning on now, to pay bills, if you're not with the tabloid any more?"
Ryand'r	"Pff, please. He's only hot if you're into the whole brooding thing. You know he's going to eventually turn into a broody bat." Vorpal joins in on the joking, visibly relieved. He sits back and think about Gar's answer, and he shakes his head. "I d'no, actually. I thought maybe I could ask for an internship at the Planet... but I sort of kind of am responsible for putting Lois Lane into a coma. I thought it miiiight not be a good idea to show my face." He clarifies, "When I was a supervillain, a friend of mine got hurt because of me. Got into a coma. Her now boyfriend... like, the sweetest guy you'd ever meet, got so down that..." he snaps his fingers. "Hawkmoth got it, and he started putting people into comas. Along with Lois Lane. So... I'm kind of responsible for the whole mess. I don't know what to do for money at this point, 'cause I can't get a reputable job with HW on my resume." He rests his chin on his hand and sighs, the reality of his situation getting to him. "I've got enough for the apartment for a month, but after that... I don't know."
Beast Boy	"Which I'm not totally into, but that body armor though," Gar offers, grinning broadly. His head tilts, ears canting a feline curious angle at Vorpal's responbility for Lois Lane. He ponders a bit, ears twitching before. "Why don't you work for me for a little bit? Manage some of my PR things? I mean, I do a lot on my own, but it's really hard to take selfies with children as a puppers, ya know? And... I totally think you need to talk to Ms. Lane. She seems amazingly level headed about things like that. I mean.. How can you not when you pal around with Big Blue Boy Scout, amirite?"
Ryand'r	The Cheshire cat blinks, a breadstick halfway to his mouth. "Wait. You're not joking... you think Robin's hot?" He's so dumbfounded by the first thing that the second thing takes a little longet to register. "You're offering me a job? But- I kinda ragged on your name. Aren't you afraid people are going to look up who is doing your PR and finding that other article by my name and have them come up to the conclusion that the article was right?" "Besides, you don't even know me. I coudl totally be a supervillain trying to prey on your sympathy! Have you thought of that?" He takes a good look at the green boy. Gar was taller by at least five inches. By regular standards, Vorpal was very short. He surreptitiously tries to get a look at what he's wearing, having not really noticed if he was doing the hero thing or the actor thing... silly not to notice, but he had been fixated on the fact that he had a movie star sitting at his booth. "... at least let me show you my resume."
Beast Boy	"Well. Yeah. Duh. He's suit's tight, his well-built. I'm not ashamed of having taken more than a few looks," Garfield says, unapologetically and with a calm smile as he nomnoms some more pizza. "Yes. Yes I am. Because who better to help take care of my name than someone who just admitted to ragging on it and then honestly and heart-feltly apologized for having done so? And so what if they think the article was right? That twitter conversation would be so hilarious. And no. I don't know you, but I don't think I'm going to mind getting to know you," Gar replies, sitting easily across from Vorpal, green to his orange-ginger, in a tshirt and jeans, but no sneakers. Which is weird, because he was wearing shoes before he shifted. "Sure. I'll look at it if you want. Probably not going to make me drop the offer. I mean, you can say no, and I'm going to be a sad puppy about it, but that's toally your call. I'll respect it."
Ryand'r	"Please, no, anything but the sad puppy eyes," Vorpal says, still a little stunned but easing back into the banter. "And sure, I guess. I've never gotten a good look at Robin, all you can find out there are those blurry pictures from him swinging around in Gotham, so I'll defer to you." He takes a sip of his drink. He doesn't admit the fact that his own gaze may have lingered over Gar in his publicity photos over the years, or admiring how he looked in that red-and-white uniform. Or the fact that he had that bathing suit summertime poster from two years ago from that teen magazine made to promote some thing or another. He smirks, "Be careful, Garfield Logan. People who get to know me end up getting into trouble. It's the one universal constant." He takes a bite of pizza and then deals with another string of cheese. "... okay. I accept your offer, but you first go over my resume. Where can I bring it to?" Vorpal looks like he's wearing sneakers, but it's an illusion. Regular footwear is torture for him because of his claws. He created the illusion to defer to the establishment's rules, or to appear to be abiding by them. He has a few ideas on getting a hold of those vibram toe-shoes and cut off the toes. That way he is wearing shoes. Would it work, though? "I guess I should give you my card..."
Beast Boy	Gar laughs warmly, nodding at Vorpal's wisdom of deferring to his better judgement of Gothamite back sides. As for getting in trouble? "Trouble isn't my middle name, but it almost should be. This is gonna be fun. Don't you worry!" he says easily, not a care in the world it seems. "Well, if you have it on paper, just hadning it to me will work. Or if you have it digital, you can email: Green.Bae@gmail.com That one's the hush hush not spammy not work one. Because BeastBoy4Reelz one is so spammy some days."
Ryand'r	The cat chomps down on his last slice. "Well, I appreciate the job offer. I just hope you don't have reason to regret it." He was excited, though. Getting a job again this quickly was a blessing, considering all his expenses. And he was working for Beast Boy- how the hell cool was that? It also didn't hurt that the guy was adorable- He checks himself with a quick bite to his inner cheek. No. We talked about this. Not happening again. "So- where are you living while you're over here?" He portions his last slice bit by bit, so as not to eat it too quickly.
Beast Boy	"Well, I've got a room at the Tower but.. it's so... meh. I was thinking about a small apartment in the city. Maybe a brownstone? I dont' know. Are you from around here? Maybe you can help me find a place?" Gar asks, because getting advice from a local is always best. And that appreciation is waved off with a warm smile. No thanks needed; you're helping me out.
Ryand'r	"Actually, yeah. I've got a pretty nice place. For being where it is. Maybe I can see if there's an open apartment in the building." Vorpal frowns for a second. Is it smart, bringing his would be boss to live in this close? Hm. He hadn't thought of that. What if they didn't get along? Then it'd be a professional relationship purely instead of a friendship, and then it'd be awkward. Why doesn't he think things through before opening his mouth? The offer is already out. "I can go and check when I get back and let you know."
Beast Boy	"Sure! They'd need to allow pets though. Sometimes I try out differnt animals, and I dont' want anyone to get upset about a green bird flapping about," Gar says, laughing at his own expense. Another bite of pizza. "Sounds perfect. YOu can email me... or use Google Hangouts.. or whatever. Totally ties to my phone," he says, not seeming to realize there could possibly be any sort of awkward.
Ryand'r	He didn't know what to make of Gar. It's as if he didn't have any care or reservation. After Marinette and Adrien's desperate need to keep their identities secret, it was... bizarre. But then again, it was probably hard to keep your secret identity when you were green from head to toe. "I'll keep that in mind. So... are you here to do the superhero thing again, taking a break from the sets and the cams? And doing the charity thing? Just asking 'cause I'll need to know what to prepare for." And maybe join in on some heroing? It could happen. Gar had experience he didn't have, and since he had no group of super-friends to watch out for him, he needed to find mentors wherever he could.
Beast Boy	"The hero thing when it's needed. I'm taking a little break from movies right now. Pete's Dragon took a lot out of me. Not as much as Keanu, because there wasn't nearly the amount of daily hair dye, but still. Mostly the charity thing. Children's homes, hospital wings, that sort of stuff. If you hear of anuthing like that you think would be good to go for let me know. You seem to know the town way better than I do," Garfield says. Yes, he is completely at ease with everything, not even caring about the no shoes no service policy right now. Because he could just shift back and ta-da! shoes. This suit was crazy awesome like that.
Ryand'r	"You should consider it." Vorpal finishes the slice and begins to clean his hands with a hanky. "The hero thing, I mean. You're great, and not just that- the more you're seen doing good in public, the more your social capital will increae, which will add clout to your charity appearances and the more you'll be able to raise for the causes." He was already thinking about the PR stuff. He slides across the booth to stand up. "Think about it. And you'll get my CV as soon as I get home, which will be in, like, two minutes or so." He holds out a hand to Gar. "Sorry to run on you. Trust me, there's nothing I hate more than having to break an impromptu dinner with one of my favorite celebrities, but I promised my cousin I'd take her somewhere."
Beast Boy	"You're right. I'll totally think on it. Thanks, Vorpal," Gar says, watching Vorpal push up from the booth. "Hey, no big. Famiy's super important. Any time you got a thing to do with your famfam, just let me know. I'll never ever purposefully schedule anything that I'm going to even half way desperately need you for for work stuff whenever you have a family thing. And no rush on the CV, dude. Totally go hang with the familia first," he's saying, taking the hand to shake.
Ryand'r	"Thanks, Gar, I really appreciate it." The Cheshire gives him a wide grin. "And call me Tommy." The green boy had been awfully nice to him. More than he expected a celebrity to be, really. He guessed all of those articles about him (that weren't sleazy) were accurate. He realizes how out of place he must look, in his uniform. He then gets a smirk on his face, "And I don't mind looking, either." He turns around and walks towards the exit. Okay, now he's having a little fun, because his step has a little more of the feline swagger in it, the better to highlight the fact that his costume is very much skintight. Hey, he might not want to put himselff in that position again, but it didn't hurt to feel appreciated by someone who was famous, right? Once outside, though, he grumbles and re-adjusts his costume again. As he steps through the Rabbit Hole that opens up by the street, he makes a mental note: He needed to get Marinette or someone to get accurate measurements for him, this riding up thing was getting ridiculous.