Saturday Morning In Titans Tower

[superpowerboy]

Some people get up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons or exercise. Others like to sleep in until noon or later. Tim is neither of those people. He woke up early simply because he did not need as much sleep. And after some flying to soak up the morning sun, the clone Titan has made his way to the kitchen. Tim doesn't need to eat but he knows it makes things easier for him and has enjoyed sampling new flavors.

He's currently frowning at the toaster while holding a frozen waffle in one hand and the box of waffles in the other. After a few moments of reading the instructions, he looks between the toaster and the waffle several times before putting it in the slot and carefully pressing down on the tab. Taking another waffle from the box, his eyes flash red and he begins to cook that one with his heat vision.

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[runs_deep]

"Tim and I can't exactly procreate, since we're both male." Ilya said in a low tone, half huddled against Tim. He was doing his best to calm down from the horrible imposition of his privacy that was going on. Really he was.

"We mammals require a great deal of bonding time, especially when we pair off." he then said, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand, "in cases such as Tim and myself, we spend that time talking or swimming or generally just being.. together."

[sanguinarian]

The cartoon wolf got more of a response than the boys did, Vivian was delighted and clapped gleefully. She'd learned that from game shows, it was always a sign of enthusiasm and joy.

"So you fellas prefer fellas to dames." It was a pairing that seemed odd, but given the divergence in their DNA already she supposed it was not really all that strange. Her clinical interest faded, she'd lock that knowledge away and ponder it another time. For now they had company.

"I think they got a real kick out of that." She gestured to the two and smiled a greeting to the shifter.