lost in a faraway dream

The Kids Aren't Alright

Gar crouched when he reached the surf, letting the waves lick his fingers gently before drifting away. From a distance, the ocean seemed to roar at him, but now it was just a melody of differently pitched giggles. Maybe he would go swimming later, it seemed nice to be… out there.

He knew he was trying to avoid thinking about what had just happened. Scooping up a handful of sand a pebbles, Gar flicked bits of it into the water as he pondered. His mother. Would she be disappointed if she saw him like this? Garfield could still recall how she had told him to never change, to stay the kid he was and to never grow up. At the time it had seemed silly and “ewww,” like when kids thought their parents weren’t cool, but he wished that he could go back to that moment and never grow up like she had asked.

And now Megan. His heart twinged, and he nearly glanced back to check if she were there, watching, but he already knew. Of course, she was still worried about him. After everything, she was still there. Gar’s face twisted, and he got up and flung the rest of the sand as far into the sea as he could, reaching down to pick up more as he yelled at the sea about his life.

He screamed until his voice went hoarse and he lost track of time. Slumping back down with a drawn out sigh, Garfield rubbed his forehead. Suddenly, the image of him throwing himself into the sea popped into his head. He snorted. Gar remembered the mushy-gushy drama he had seen that in, and he broke into giggles. Soon after the giggle-fit came tears, and he was laughing and crying so hard, thinking about how ridiculous everything was.

Still chortling, Gar wiped his face off and stood up again, turning towards where he thought Megan was hidden. Walking forward, he gave her a wry smile and offered a hand, saying “Let’s go home.”

As she uncloaked herself, Garfield lunged forward for a hug, and he murmured out a “sorry,” repeating it over and over again until he finally let go with a little push.

“No one hears about this, got it?” Gar cocked an eyebrow at her before his face split into another grin. Holding her hand, he headed back towards the entrance to Mt. Justice. “Oh, and also,” he said, pulling her close to whisper in her ear.

“Thanks, sis.”

She couldn’t say much. Short of ‘it’s okay’ after every sorry he’d tell her.

“I won’t say anything if you won’t”

she smiled and took his hand. She felt her heart healing when he called her sis. Maybe this was something they both needed.

She tucked him in, and kissed his cheek before telling him “goodnight” she didn’t leave yet. She was worried he’d have more nightmares. She took a spot next him on the bed. She put her arms around him hugging him close. despite his protests. “I’m too tired to go back to my room” She said. An attempt to convince him she was here for her. She began to hum. Softly. Lulling him to sleep.

Gar tried to fight off Megan as she tucked him in and laid down beside him. Protesting that he was a "big boy" now, Garfield flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to shoo her away.

"I'm too tired to go back to my room." She said, a glint of stubbornness entering her eyes.

He huffed slightly, and play-rolled his eyes at her. Then his smile reappeared as he considered the comedy of the situation. "Fine," he murmured, pulling her cheek. "Do what you want."

He shut his eyes and tried to sleep, but at this point his mind was occupied by too much. Gar was concentrating on sleeping and counting as many sheep as he could, but it just wasn't happening. Then she started to hum, almost silently, in the background. Garfield let a small sigh and snuggled into his sister's warmth, relaxing into sleep almost immediately.

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She followed him slowly. Without him noticing. She understood he needed to be alone, but she needed to know he was alright. So she stood at a distance. Watching him.

She blended herself in the background. Just to watch him. She knew then that he would be okay. That he would get through this. The pain would always be there but he would move on. Not today and maybe not for years. But someday he would. and that was all she could hope for.

Losing a parent is something she couldn’t fathom but she thought of the training exercise from a few years back. The failure. The pain. And what it felt like to lose her family. And she knew it’s not something you just get over.

So she would wait. Till he was ready to come in and she would stay with him. Read him that story she meant to earlier, and maybe things between them would be okay.

He knew he was trying to avoid thinking about what had just happened. Scooping up a handful of sand a pebbles, Gar flicked bits of it into the water as he pondered. His mother. Would she be disappointed if she saw him like this? Garfield could still recall how she had told him to never change, to stay the kid he was and to never grow up. At the time it had seemed silly and "ewww," like when kids thought their parents weren't cool, but he wished that he could go back to that moment and never grow up like she had asked.

And now Megan. His heart twinged, and he nearly glanced back to check if she were there, watching, but he already knew. Of course, she was still worried about him. After everything, she was still there. Gar's face twisted, and he got up and flung the rest of the sand as far into the sea as he could, reaching down to pick up more as he yelled at the sea about his life.

Still chortling, Gar wiped his face off and stood up again, turning towards where he thought Megan was hidden. Walking forward, he gave her a wry smile and offered a hand, saying "Let's go home."

As she uncloaked herself, Garfield lunged forward for a hug, and he murmured out a "sorry," repeating it over and over again until he finally let go with a little push.

"No one hears about this, got it?" Gar cocked an eyebrow at her before his face split into another grin. Holding her hand, he headed back towards the entrance to Mt. Justice. "Oh, and also," he said, pulling her close to whisper in her ear.

"Thanks, sis."

#meganfrommars

The Kids Aren't Alright

Garfield heard the doorknob turn.

His body immediately tensed; he couldn’t help it. After all this time, after everything, he did not want anyone to see him like this. Even as Megan slipped a gentle hand onto his, Gar tried to remain in a pretend sleep. When she pulled him up towards her, he immediately jerked away, eyes opening, showing a brutal shame.

Feeling the rhythm of her soothing strokes and the melodic sweetness of her voice instantly relaxed him. “It’s okay,” she murmured, brushing his hair with his lips. Garfield wished that she was right. He wished that everything was okay, that it was alright. Instead, everything was falling apart. He tried to say no, feebly pushing at her, but it came out as a whimpering gurgle.

He felt her browsing through his mind, and while a note of fear drifted through him, he allowed her to search. She was family, and he would take comfort where he could get it. Gar pressed his face to her chest and cried as hard as he could. But then he saw a picture of his mother in his mind, clear as glass, and he knew that she had put it there. He could count her freckles, feel the lightness of her hair…

Garfield roughly shoved Megan away from him, her smile wavering. “No,” he rasped, voice already hoarse. He thought about his mother, and the image was as clear as before. It reminded him of his own failure. “Don’t,” Garfield didn’t bother to wipe away the tears, and his chest ached harder than before. “DON’T,” He near-bellowed.

At that moment, Garfield realized that he didn’t care who heard at that point. He didn’t care if Conner, or Zantanna, or anyone else came running through his door because none of them would understand. He was frustrated at his own weakness, hating that he was worthless. His mother was dead, and her murderess ran free. He knew Megan was trying to help, but every time he saw her she reminded him of his mom.

It hurt to speak, and it hurt to say what he did, but Garfield did it anyways.

“Get out,” he snarled harshly, pausing slightly to glare at the only family he had left.

“I hate you.”

He calmed down for a moment. The calm before the storm she’d soon learn. And then he yelled.

“I hate you.”

She stopped. She didn’t have a proper response. She couldn’t fathom what she’d done. She didn’t know if she should stay. Or leave. She knew she didn’t want to leave him. Not with the amount of pain he was in. All the anger and hurt. Her mind slipped over his. Not on purpose, but it happened. She felt his pain. Seeing his mother in her was hard. She couldn’t have known, but she should have. She cut the link.

She let herself cry. Unable to stop it. “I’m so sorry” she all but whispered her hands covering her face. ”I’m so sorry” she repeated. Till he knew. He had to know she was meant it. She wiped her tears remembering his guilt. And once again she smiled. She shifted away her freckles. She shortened her hair. She couldn’t look like Megan. Marie. Anymore

“I love you” she countered. “I’ll go” she waited to see if he’d protest. If anything in his body language gave a sign that he’d like her to stay.

He saw the pain on her face and hated himself for it. After telling himself that he wanted to protect her, he had gone ahead and stabbed her. Gar's face twisted into a grief-filled mask and he silently watched her cry as she apologized, as she tried to make the resemblance between her and his mother less, as she still smiled at him.

Garfield's heart nearly burst from the rush of guilt. He wanted to tell her so many things, to apologize, to hug her and say that he loved her too, but he couldn't. He couldn't speak anymore. Anything else and he would break, and he didn't want to bring Megan down with him.

So he did the only thing he knew how.

Garfield swiftly grabbed a coat and put it on, pulling the hood over his head. And then he walked past Megan, past the tears and pain, and walked right out the door. Gar ran away from everything that hurt and headed towards the beach to clear his head.

On his way out, he brushed his fingers against Megan's and briefly squeezed them.

Garfield hoped that she would understand.

Then he tried to empty his mind, a block against anymore of her searching.

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She let herself in. Keeping as quite as she good. Floating along so the loudest noise she made was the door. She hoped he was just sleeping. Hoping the uneven breathing she heard was a dream of chasing after kites.

She came to the bed. She lightly put her hand on his. Offering comfort he would sense. His sleeve was wet. and looked to his face to see the tears dried on his face shining slightly. She panicked.

Slowly as not to alarm him but it was all she could do to not leap him away. She pulled him into her arms and gently stroked his back. Mumbling promises of peace “It’s okay” even though it wasn’t, but she couldn’t let him know that. The boy has lost his childhood and she only blamed herself.

She floated onto the bed Garfield still in her arms. Weakly protesting the comfort. She couldn’t let herself cry. “I’m sorry” she’d told him. And she plunged into his mind to find what plagued him. It was invasive but she needed to know. Survivors guilt he felt. He was afraid of forgetting. And he was afraid of hurting M’gann.

“It isn’t your fault” it was mine “There was nothing you could have done” I could have stopped her “And don’t you worry about me” she forced herself to smile be strong for him. She opened his memory of her. Showed her the face he was searching for. So he wouldn’t forget

#[[I'M SO SORRY MEGAN #I LOVE YOU #SOBS]]

Garfield heard the doorknob turn.

His body immediately tensed; he couldn't help it. After all this time, after everything, he did not want anyone to see him like this. Even as Megan slipped a gentle hand onto his, Gar tried to remain in a pretend sleep. When she pulled him up towards her, he immediately jerked away, eyes opening, showing a brutal shame.

Feeling the rhythm of her soothing strokes and the melodic sweetness of her voice instantly relaxed him. "It's okay," she murmured, brushing his hair with his lips. Garfield wished that she was right. He wished that everything was okay, that it was alright. Instead, everything was falling apart. He tried to say no, feebly pushing at her, but it came out as a whimpering gurgle.

Garfield roughly shoved Megan away from him, her smile wavering. "No," he rasped, voice already hoarse. He thought about his mother, and the image was as clear as before. It reminded him of his own failure. "Don't," Garfield didn't bother to wipe away the tears, and his chest ached harder than before. "DON'T," He near-bellowed.

At that moment, Garfield realized that he didn't care who heard at that point. He didn't care if Conner, or Zantanna, or anyone else came running through his door because none of them would understand. He was frustrated at his own weakness, hating that he was worthless. His mother was dead, and her murderess ran free. He knew Megan was trying to help, but every time he saw her she reminded him of his mom.

It hurt to speak, and it hurt to say what he did, but Garfield did it anyways.

"Get out," he snarled harshly, pausing slightly to glare at the only family he had left.

"I hate you."

The Kids Aren't Alright

“You’re the best!” Gar gave Megan a quick hug in thanks. When she turned the TV back on, Gar focused his attention on it once more. The Bialyans were getting stronger. Queen Bee was getting stronger. He forced down feelings and tried to just listen to the news, to get information like he said he would, but Garfield just couldn’t. Images of a smashed car and the sound of sobbing kept flashing through his mind.

He felt a trembling through the sofa. Gar gripped his leg tightly, hoping that the shaking wasn’t coming from him before glancing at Megan. His eyes widened as he noticed the wet sheen of her eyes and how pale she had become.Stop, He told himself.Don’t do this to her. He reached out an patted her leg, not protesting as she turned the console off once more. “You’re right,” Garfield murmured. “He will.”

Looking at her in the eyes and managing a ghost of a smile, he stuck his tongue out. “I’m eleven, Megan,” He said in the matter-of-fact way only kids could pull off. “I don’t need a bedtime story.” Still, he stretched his arms out and yawned.

“You’re right though. I’m beat.” Getting up from his sitting position, Gar patted Megan’s head three times before heading towards his room. “Night!”

She reluctantly let him go. Wanting to comfort him. To tell him it was all okay even though it wasn’t. So she watched him go “Night” she called out. Her worries not ceasing.

She spent the next thirty minutes. Worrying. She should have turned off the tv sooner. Changed the channel before he saw anything. Play it off like it didn’t matter. but he saw. and it does matter.

So she found herself moving towards his room. To make sure he’s okay. that she has nothing to worry about. She listened behind the door for any sudden changes. Anything that suggested she was needed.

Striding into his room, he quietly shut the door behind him, slumping down against it as soon as it was closed. Gar grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, stifling a sigh as his hands slid down his face. He pushed himself off the floor, plopping down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He told himself he would take a shower in the morning.

The short glimpses of the news report had burned him of his energy. The rage that had swept through him was brief; it had dissipated as soon as he had seen Megan's expression. Garfield began to mentally berate himself, his intensity tripled by what he had seen that day.

Queen Bee was getting stronger, and he couldn't do a thing about it. With his near-lack of shifting abilities, Garfield was only as dangerous as any other kid. At this point, risking attack would be a foolish idea. And Megan... She was family. The way she looked today had snapped something in Gar. Queen Bee had murdered his mother, and now she was ruining his only other family. He never wanted to see her look like that again, but he was weak. Not strong enough to even protect his own mother.

He replayed the event over and over in his head, eyes closed, seeing all the chances he could have taken that would've made a difference. That might have saved his mother, so she could be by his side today, pinching his cheeks like before. Suddenly, Garfield was overwhelmed by a flow of his memories. Mingled in was a faint but stabbing pain from his loss, and the imagery from his senses from the event.

Garfield jerked his eyes open. He couldn't remember the exact details of his mother's face anymore. It was blur, fading away as he thought. Panicked, he tried to recall what she smelled like when they hugged. Nothing but the scent of gasoline and smoke. Tried to remember what she felt like, trying to return to the comfy safety of her, but all he could think of was the jagged pieces of glasses buried in his palms.

Tears welled up in his eyes. This wasn't fair. How could he forget about her after losing her? Gar would never see her again and yet he was remembering less and less about his mother.

He was useless.

Garfield blinked wildly, tears beginning a steady stream down his face. He sniffed, choking back a sob that threatened to spill out and ruin him. Curling into a ball, he tried to keep silent as his frustration and grief began to take over.

A short creak pierced the air.

He froze and forced himself up into a sitting position. He saw the shadows under his door and he quickly wiped his wet face against his sleeve. Swiftly turning off the light, Gar lay back down and turned his back towards the door, hoping that no one would come in.

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Garfield snorted slightly as he watched unknown characters flail awkwardly on the television screen. Nothing good on TV at this time of the day, he thought.Still, it was better than trying to make cookies again. That job, he would leave to Megan. Gar sighed as the silly images smash-cut into a commercial. “What else is on?”

After hitting the “up” button on the remote a few times, he caught a glimpse of the news. Quickly dismissing it as lame, Garfield prepared to channel surf some more when he heard the word “Quarac.”

Gar twitched slightly, trying to pass it off as an annoying itch and he reached for his knee.

The situation in Quarac is getting more and more difficult to salvage… Queen Bee has been gaining more and more followers over…

Propping his elbow onto a pillow, he leaned forward slightly, intently listening to the TV. Suddenly, the voice disappeared, and the set make a blipping noise as it shut off. He turned towards Megan, remembering that she was sitting next to him. She held the remote in her hands, a worried expression on her face. Inwardly, Garfield bristled. Did she think he couldn’t handle it?

Giving M’gann a cocky grin, Gar chucked the pillow towards her playfully as he lunged towards the remote. He was missing the information right this second…

“It’s important! What if we have a mission that she’s part of?” He pouted. “Nightwing would say yes.”

She did see the logic in his statement. There could be information that they might need, but Gar just wasn’t ready. She was certain Nightwing would keep Gar away from this for as long as he could, but the calm brave look on his face made her wonder.

“I’m not so sure” she frowned at him. She suspected he wouldn’t let it go that easy. She sighed. “I suppose it’s not up to me to decide when you’re ready” and with that she flipped on the television. Paying more attention to Gar then the news. Vaguely listening. Hoping vengeance wasn’t on his mind. Like it plagued hers.

It is unclear if Queen Bee will make a move against Quarac but Bialyans armies grow larger and stronger everyday…

She found herself shaking. Trying to force herself not to read his thoughts. Hoping he was as fine as the front he put up. She turned away for a moment. Tears building up. She was starting to think that she was the one who couldn’t handle this.

This couldn’t be important a standard news report. Nothing of consequence. She turned it off again. “If there is anything we need to know about. Nightwing will debrief us” she said sternly making a point that there would be no arguing. She couldn’t shake the feeling she’d made a mistake. She forced herself to smile. “How about a bedtime story?”

"You're the best!" Gar gave Megan a quick hug in thanks. When she turned the TV back on, Gar focused his attention on it once more. The Bialyans were getting stronger. Queen Bee was getting stronger. He forced down feelings and tried to just listen to the news, to get information like he said he would, but Garfield just couldn't. Images of a smashed car and the sound of sobbing kept flashing through his mind.

He felt a trembling through the sofa. Gar gripped his leg tightly, hoping that the shaking wasn't coming from him before glancing at Megan. His eyes widened as he noticed the wet sheen of her eyes and how pale she had become.Stop, He told himself.Don't do this to her. He reached out an patted her leg, not protesting as she turned the console off once more. "You're right," Garfield murmured. "He will."

Looking at her in the eyes and managing a ghost of a smile, he stuck his tongue out. "I'm eleven, Megan," He said in the matter-of-fact way only kids could pull off. "I don't need a bedtime story." Still, he stretched his arms out and yawned.

"You're right though. I'm beat." Getting up from his sitting position, Gar patted Megan's head three times before heading towards his room. "Night!"

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M’gann sat idly watching the television. Some sitcom she wasn’t following with her unofficial younger brother she’d taken upon herself to watch out for. ”What else is on?” he asked and grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels

The situation in Quarac is getting more and more difficult to salvage… Queen Bee has been gaining more and more followers over…

M’gann snatched the remote from Gar’s hands quickly turning the tv. Worried he wasn’t ready to deal with seeing his mothers killer. Even on television

#oneshot #[[thought I'd do something showing broken Gar]]#yj tumblr

After hitting the "up" button on the remote a few times, he caught a glimpse of the news. Quickly dismissing it as lame, Garfield prepared to channel surf some more when he heard the word "Quarac."

Gar twitched slightly, trying to pass it off as an annoying itch and he reached for his knee.

The situation in Quarac is getting more and more difficult to salvage… Queen Bee has been gaining more and more followers over…

Giving M'gann a cocky grin, Gar chucked the pillow towards her playfully as he lunged towards the remote. He was missing the information right this second...

"It's important! What if we have a mission that she's part of?" He pouted. "Nightwing would say yes."

Don't Look Under the Bed

Another day had passed.

Garfield lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how he had tried to make cookies with Megan, how he had met Zatanna, how he had bothered Conner as a monkey. He snickered quietly to himself, picturing their expressions as he had managed mischief everywhere.

His alarm clock beeped distractingly. Glancing at it, Gar realized it was already two o'clock in the morning. Sighing, he told himself to get some sleep, be prepared for the next day. Besides, Megan would chide him if he came out the next day with bags under his eyes. He reached out and turned off the light, pulling his arm back under the cover as quickly as possible.

At first, his room seemed pitch-black, endless in the night. As his eyes adjusted, moonlight swept across the room, and the shadows reached out towards him. Gar took in a swift breath, eyes squeezing shut. A small whimper slid through his lips, which he immediately clamped closed. He watched the darkness creep towards him, listening for movement. No, Garfield thought.Not today.Not again.

Images flashed through his mind; a waterfall, the crunch of smashed glass, the scent of burning metal mingling with blood...

Queen Bee.

The name reverberated through his mind, tinting it with fear and an angry hatred he couldn't give up. Gar knew it was dumb, he knew it was rash, that it was suicide, but sometimes he still wished that he could ruin her. To rip apart her life like she had done to him.

Suddenly a creak filled the room. Tense, Garfield glanced around wildly before clutching tightly onto his covers and pulling the sheet up to cover his head. He bit his lip, wondering why he was so weak now, why he couldn't do anything that made a difference. He was having trouble with morphing, he could only manage animals. He couldn't save his mother from Queen Bee.

He was a failure.

Tears wet his eyes and he could've screamed into his pillow if he weren't so afraid of the night getting to him. Garfield was frozen in his bed in a cold sweat, thinking of everything that could finish him off in the state he was in now.

Gar shuddered as he tried to take a deep breath.Think about tomorrow, He closed his eyes again, willing the tears to disappear.You don't want Megan to worry. You don't want any of them to know about this.

Still, he stayed under the covers, trying to block out the shadows with his thoughts of the next day. Thinking about how to plaster on a convincing smile, how to joke around and do amusing things. How to act like the Garfield everyone remembered him as.

This was a side of him that he would keep to himself.

Well, you've finally arrived. Get into the spirit and set out!

Huh? Finally arrived where?

I have no idea what your talking about, Anon.

#anon #answer

lost in a faraway dream: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant:…

….-screeches-

GARFIELD CHANGE BACK CHANGE BACK NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?

What? Hey I wonder if I can sit down… -squats-

Uhn! Grrr.. I can’t reach the remote! Zatanna heeeeelppp. -waves arms-

GAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT - OH NO YOU DON’T STOP THAT -

-takes deep breaths-

Alright, that’s enough.

Egnahc kcab ot ruoy lamron mrof.

Look Zatanna I’m taller than you no— -poof-

Huh? I’m back to normal. Aww Zatanna, why’d you do that? We could have gone on an adventure or something. You could’ve rode on my back.

What were you thinking?!

Would you take a second to think about what you’re doing before you just…ugh!

-takes a deep breath- It’s alright, Garfield. Next time, run it over with me…first. Okay? I’m here to supervise you.

#yj tumblr #[[okay I know we're not this far on the RP but still <3]]

Okay okay, I'm sorry.

Still you gotta admit, Zatanna, it was pretty cool. Being a super bigextinctanimal.

And you did good supervising me! You stopped me before I broke anything.

And I did run it over with you. Kinda.

suzyberhows

yj hiatus meme » favorite newbies

What do you mean, you ‘cant do’ small? You cant possibly think this room is big enough to contain a full-scale dinosaur.

SHHH. I’m concentrating. Here goes!

What?! Wait a second—!

-shifts into T-rex- ROARRR!

Hey look Zatanna! I didn’t smash anything (yet)! And check out this tail! -spins around-

lost in a faraway dream: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant:…

….-screeches-

GARFIELD CHANGE BACK CHANGE BACK NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?

What? Hey I wonder if I can sit down… -squats-

Uhn! Grrr.. I can’t reach the remote! Zatanna heeeeelppp. -waves arms-

GAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT - OH NO YOU DON’T STOP THAT -

-takes deep breaths-

Alright, that’s enough.

Egnahc kcab ot ruoy lamron mrof.

#what?#did you say something?#sorry I was too busy being #AWESOME #and hey #we could have been something great

Look Zatanna I'm taller than you no-- -poof-

Huh? I'm back to normal. Aww Zatanna, why'd you do that? We could have gone on an adventure or something. You could've rode on my back.

Practice Makes Perfect

It was a perfect day.

The sun was shining, and the skies were clear besides the occasional lost cloud. There was even a slight breeze to keep the heat from reaching a stuffy humidity. Birds chirping outside the window, fresh cookies being made, you know how it is. No calls from the JLA about work, or the team, or go practice.

Which is exactly why Gar took the opportunity to ruin the perfect date day by dragging Megan out to the park. Conner would just have to work harder.

Garfield sucked in a huge breath, surveying the are before him. The playground, the field, the dog park! Not to mention the ice cream store not too far away from where they were.

“Meeeegan.” He drawled. “Megaaaaan. What do you want to doooo?”

M’gann took in the warm breeze that rolled by. It was really a great day. She was glad Gar dragged her out of the cave, though she wished she had time to see if her boyfriend had wanted to go with them. Maybe that was Gar’s plan. She laughed to herself

“…want to do?” She looked around for whatever looked like fun. She saw a man selling some kites by the field she never flown one herself but always thought it looked like fun

“How about we get a kite and fly it over there” she started ruffling his hair “and if we’re careful we could probably fly with the kite” she added figuring Normal wasn’t what he had in mind for the whole day plan

Garfield ducked away from Megan's hand, sticking his tongue out in protest. "Kites?" He said, eyes fixed on the cotton candy stand a few meters away. "Yeah okay. But only if we can get a snack later!"

Maybe he could try being a flying squirrel. The image of a small mammal flapping indignantly beside the kite made Gar grin with amusement.Or perhaps even a pterodactyl, but then again, that probably wouldn't go over so well in a park full of little kids.

Snapping out of his pondering reverie, he grabbed Megan's arm and tugged her towards the kite-man. "C'mon" he urged. "Let's go!"

What do you mean, you ‘cant do’ small? You cant possibly think this room is big enough to contain a full-scale dinosaur.

SHHH. I’m concentrating. Here goes!

What?! Wait a second—!

-shifts into T-rex- ROARRR!

Hey look Zatanna! I didn’t smash anything (yet)! And check out this tail! -spins around-

lost in a faraway dream: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant: notedshapeshifter: sochalant:...

....-screeches-

GARFIELD CHANGE BACK CHANGE BACK NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?

#that hurts #deep down #and this is awesome #how can you complain?

What? Hey I wonder if I can sit down... -squats-

Uhn! Grrr.. I can't reach the remote! Zatanna heeeeelppp. -waves arms-

Awww. Look at that little mouse thingie, just running around. Wait a sec, what’s that noi— Holy cow that is a big bird chasing after a tiny meal.

And now there’s a…

What do you mean, you ‘cant do’ small? You cant possibly think this room is big enough to contain a full-scale dinosaur.

SHHH. I’m concentrating. Here goes!

What?! Wait a second—!

-shifts into T-rex- ROARRR!

Hey look Zatanna! I didn't smash anything (yet)! And check out this tail! -spins around-

Awww. Look at that little mouse thingie, just running around. Wait a sec, what’s that noi— Holy cow that is a big bird chasing after a tiny meal.

And now there’s a…

What do you mean, you ‘cant do’ small? You cant possibly think this room is big enough to contain a full-scale dinosaur.