Beast Boy had been staring into space with his beady eyes, flicking the fluffed tail back and forth behind him and twiddling his paws at the collar-like journal that dangled from his neck and on his fluffy chest, and all of a sudden this guy just pops out of no where and starts talking to him.
... wait.
Talking to him? The green squirrel stared at him for a moment, before responding with a "squeakity squeak squeaken?" and a quirked brow, wondering why on earth he was talking to this guy through squeaks, of all things. Though, he still understood. It was kind of weird to Garfield at first, before he realized... nothing should be weird to him anymore after he'd faced the world with his friends, along with their trials and tribulations. It never actually dawned on him to talk to this strange, muscled man in a normal, calm, human tongue. Then again, his friends hadn't known about that fact, as he limited its use so that he had an upper hand occassionally.
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Beast Boy had been staring into space with his beady eyes, flicking the fluffed tail back and forth behind him and twiddling his paws at the collar-like journal that dangled from his neck and on his fluffy chest, and all of a sudden this guy just pops out of no where and starts talking to him.
... wait.
Talking to him? The green squirrel stared at him for a moment, before responding with a "squeakity squeak squeaken?" and a quirked brow, wondering why on earth he was talking to this guy through squeaks, of all things. Though, he still understood. It was kind of weird to Garfield at first, before he realized... nothing should be weird to him anymore after he'd faced the world with his friends, along with their trials and tribulations. It never actually dawned on him to talk to this strange, muscled man in a normal, calm, human tongue. Then again, his friends hadn't known about that fact, as he limited its use so that he had an upper hand occassionally.