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[diosauria]

[this is the sound of someone fumbling with buttons and not realizing the recording's started]

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[thebeastwithout]

Does kinda make you wonder...

[Beast Boy hadn't seen storage, per se, but he had passed within about two inches of it, heard the word storage, and seen Morgan look definitely horrified at something or another. He prefers not to think too hard about it, though.]

Anyway, unless they start calling out their names again, we probably won't even know if they got anyone or not. Let's just put out the word quietly if we can.

[diosauria]

[He hums absent-mindedly, toying with the can of beans as he sprawls across the couch as if he were in his own living room instead of, you know, being a terrible houseguest.]

I know a few people I can pass it to. All that's left is trying to keep track of any changes in their ranks.

[thebeastwithout]

Nothing we can do about that except the ol' fly on the wall.

[...]

Literally, for me, but I guess the rest of you guys will have to try and eavesdrop by hiding in crates or something.

[diosauria]

I can do a little better than hiding in crates. [Not that little dinosaurs running around Haven are any more subtle, but at least it's a little more dignified.]

...But if you do hear anything important, don't be a stranger. 'We're all safe together,' and all that.

[thebeastwithout]

If I hear about any more employees, you can bet I'm gonna be announcing it like the world's biggest tattletale.

I totally didn't have any siblings growing up so I've got a lot of tattlin' to catch up on.

Anyway, thanks for coming by.

[...]

So, uh, is that just how you sit, or...?

[diosauria]

[Diego waves his hand in acknowledgment.] Thanks for calling me over. [and, you know, the food, and for putting up with him.]

[He raises his head, glancing at Beast Boy, then down at himself splayed out on the couch, then at Beast Boy again.]

Is it a problem? I can move over if you want. [that must be the problem here, right? Beast Boy just wants some space to sit on the couch? This is a perfectly normal way of sitting, after all...]

[thebeastwithout]

Oh, no, dude. It's cool. Couch is all yours.

[He might never sit on that spot again.]

I'll catch ya later; gonna go see how Nadia's gettin' on with the whole Telephone thing.

[diosauria]

Suit yourself.

[let's be real, this is what he wanted all along.]

You know how to find me if anything else comes up.