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“B.Y.O.B. means Be your own bitch. Ch-yeah. Everyone knows that, Mark.” Robin scoffed into his bowl of generic Ramen noodles.
There they sat, at the kitchen table, Robin and Mark seated across from one another. Raven was working late (meaning until afternoon - she worked nights) and the morning had otherwise uneventful. They awoke, Mark screaming at Robin because he was in bed with him - nude. Then Mark took a shower, and started screaming again because Robin became bored and decided to join. And, last before they were eating, they watched Yu-Gi-Oh! from Robin’s personal DVD collection.
“Do you want more coffee?” Mark asked politely, shoving aside the urge to smash the hot glass in Robin’s face. Robin looked at the kid and nodded, smiling happily.
“Half cup of creamer, and three spoonfuls sugar, please.” Robin stated as Mark was about to set the black coffee in front of him. Mark seethed, but did as asked.
“Hey, Mark, should I get a job?” Robin asked suddenly, plucking the day old newspaper classifications off of the table.
“So, what, you can be fired - due to some event that could clearly be avoided - again?” Mark asked, keeping his voice sweet as ever while he poured six more spoonfuls of sugar into the coffee. Maybe Robin was somehow diabetic, and this’ll send him into a sugar coma. Mark could only hope.
“Ooh! I can be a fashion designer!” Robin squealed happily, drinking half of the cup of coffee Mark placed on the table to look at the advertisement.
“You need college education,” Mark said, squinting at the number. “At least four years.”
“I think I can manage. How long will it take me to get a Bachelor’s degree? Maybe, a month? Two?” Robin downed the last half, already hopping in his seat. His eyes were wide, and his left one continuously twitched. Mark stepped away, slowly.
“Robin, that would take at least four years to accomplish.” Mark watched Robin’s eyes, seeing them swivel from place to place, quickly. Suddenly, the eyes stopped on him, and he let out a scream when he was pounced on.
