Poor Jaime man, he'll be just at a restaurant trying to hangout and be a normal teen, then the restaurant forgets he asked for no pickles and suddenly both Bart and Khaji Da (Scarub) are asking who they need to beat up/plasma cannon. Jaime just wants to be normal and pick the pickles off his food
(this is based on 1. Young justice cartoon scarub over reacting 24/7 and 2. Yj98 Bart having hilaruously violent thoughts about people who argue with him, that's Kon in the wood chipper btw)
Thank-you sentences for derpsheep behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”.
(( chrono || non-chrono ))
Kon folds up Cassie’s T-shirt and Cissie’s towel into careful imitations of nesting pillows, which is pretty straightforward too–those are both things the girl in the video’d had and had demonstrated a couple different ways to fold. Bart’s weird cowboy outfit is . . . slightly less straightforward, maybe, but he figures it out, and then he half-lines the seams of the Super-Cycle’s cushions with all of the “pillows” he’s made and then tucks Robin’s scent blockers into the seams underneath them. He doesn’t have enough stuff to cover all of the seams or line the sides of the cushions or anything, and obviously he doesn’t have actual pillows, much less actual nesting pillows, but–but he sets it up okay, he thinks. Like–it’s not bad, he means.
Like, at least for a first try from somebody who’s never been in or around anyone else’s nest, anyway.
He does kind of wish he had a little more stuff to line it with, maybe, but . . . well, he doesn’t have anything else that smells like any of them anyway.
( for just a second, he thinks about how if somebody’d given him . . . a cape, or something else about that long . . .
he doesn’t think about what he could do if he had somebody’s cape. )
He tucks Bart’s weird cowboy boots and spurs and hat in the Super-Cycle’s front seat. They’re not gonna work actually in a nest, obviously, but–like, he doesn’t know, he just doesn’t wanna leave them on the floor or anything. And he did bring ‘em, so . . . yeah. So he tucks them in the front seat, and then he goes back to his pretty weak excuse for a nest and starts fussing over it, kinda, which is sort of lame and dumb of him, but . . .
But it’s his. His nest.
And the Super-Cycle made him a place to make it and is purring its engine while he does, and the girl in the video made that video for younger omegas who need tips, or just don’t have a pack omega or anyone to teach them how this kind of thing works, and he found stuff that smells like everyone on the team, even if in Robin’s case it’s just that it smells like his blockers, and–and no one can tell him he’s not allowed to have one. No one can tell him he shouldn’t.
And he’s not stuck being an alpha.
Kon sniffles a couple of times, then rearranges his makeshift “pillows” again, trying to figure out the best order to set them all in, just for like–whatever’ll look best, or be the most comfortable, or–
The Super-Cycle’s horn trills a little greeting, and Kon’s head snaps up reflexively. What–?
Red Tornado’s standing in the doorway of the garage, expressionless as always but somehow still projecting a vague aura of bemusement. Kon freezes, still holding Cassie’s folded-up T-shirt in his hands, and sort of–doesn’t hide it, exactly, but definitely does shove it down into his lap behind the side of the Super-Cycle, hopefully below Red Tornado’s immediate line of sight.
It’s a dumb instinct, probably. But it’s . . . what he does, yeah.
“Superboy,” Red Tornado says slowly, his mechanical voice just as blank as his metal face. “What are you doing here? You made no mention of intending to visit the base today.”
“I–uh–” Kon stutters, and takes an unsteady breath, and–Red Tornado doesn’t have a designation, technically. Like–he did when he was human, obviously, though Kon actually doesn’t even know what it was, he’s realizing, but–but physically, Red Tornado’s all metal and wires and machinery. He doesn’t have scent glands or anything like that, or even scent receptors, so he just smells like . . . well. Metal and wires and machinery, and whatever he’s touched lately. Not like an alpha or a beta or . . . or another omega.
Kon doesn’t know which one Red Tornado was, or if he even still thinks of himself as whatever he was, or if he even cares about, like . . . that kind of thing anymore. Red Tornado said he forgot how to be human, for a while. He only woke up again when he and Robin and Bart tripped over him while messing around in the cave and accidentally annoyed him enough that he got over his “am I even human anymore?” angst just to shut them up, pretty much.
But no matter what he was or how he thinks of himself now, Red Tornado’s still a person. A person who is definitely human-level sapient and can, like–talk.
Can say what he thinks, and tell other people things.
And–yeah, Red Tornado can’t smell anything, but it’s also–it’s also probably pretty fucking obvious that Kon’s been making a nest, depending on how well the guy can see inside the Super-Cycle from the doorway, and–and–
And he feels embarrassed, again, and barely keeps himself from hunching in on himself. He–normally he’d make himself big, if he was nervous or embarrassed. Normally he’d–do that. But right now . . .
Right now, it feels way harder to do that than usual.
