Aka Garfield Logan. Aka The Dude.
(Independent RP Blog for Beast Boy
(Age 22
(Current Anon spell none
(Personal continuity. Any questions, feel free to ask.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” he said, pushing the worries to the back of his mind. He had taken care of kids before. Heck, he had helped to take care of Wildebeest. Having his own kid wouldn’t be much different. “At the very least I might call up a few friends and ask them for advice. Baby books only go so far.”
“Any material can only get you so far, especially the advice of others.” As the two of them walk, Pamela kept musing. “Especially with the thousands of possibilities our child can be. But my currents bets are the possibility of green skin, red or green hair, and ties to the Red and Green.”
For all they knew, the people in the betting pool at her work was right: what if the child had a mutation? A tail? Paws for feet? Non-human ears that weren’t like Garfield’s? What if the child had a sway towards the Red or Green…or hell, some abhorrent combination of the two? It was dizzying to try and imagine all of that at once.
The farmer’s market wasn’t too far off from the house, and the two of them usually covered more ground than the average person anyway. It was already teeming with people and since the sun was out and uncovered by clouds, it meant that everyone and then some were at all of the booths available.
“Mmh. I’m going to check out the fungi section. I think we used up the last of the mushrooms in the house.”
“Alright. I was going to hit up the fruit section. I was thinking of some recipes for the babies food and wanted to test some out.” Gar said. He wondered himself about how the baby would turn out. He used to have fears about that kind of thing. If it would be like him. If it would turn out more like an animal. When he had first turned into the Beast he feared it even worse. Although his training helped to quell those thoughts. Now he was more worried about what kind of father he would be.
Had the couple not been frequent visitors to this farmer’s market, questions would have arisen as soon as they had gotten into everyone’s line of vision: why are you green? How many more months? Do you have superpowers? Do you know the sex of the baby yet? So, you can turn into any animal? How do you stay so fit? The list went on and on, but those questions had already been exhausted long ago here.
Greeting the usual vendors, Pamela had already filled one bag with a variety of mushrooms by the time she had gotten to the last of the stalls. Coming upon spring so soon meant the deeper and woodsier of the fungi were in season, and there were many recipes she could utilize them with.
Several kids, the children of the main vendors, always rushed over to Garfield whenever he came by. It was to be expected; he was good with kids, and kids liked him because of who he was and hey, turning into animals? That’s pretty cool. On good days anyway, they could ask him to turn into whatever their hearts desired.
Gar had turned into a gorilla at this point. Lifting up the kids and playing airplane with them. Each little one wanting their own turn with the big green ape. After a while he told them he had to go pick up a few things and that he’d be more than glad to play with them after he was done. Going over to the fruit section, he started picking up apples, bananas, melons, star fruit, all kinds of things. He had a lot of different ideas for baby food and planned to test them out on Silkie today. Although Silkie would eat anything.
Once he was done with all the food, he began walking back to where Pam had gone, looking to make sure he had everything. Suddenly his ear twitched and looked to the side. Seeing what looked like a purple and slimy tail slither inbetween the isle, he got a surprised look on his face. Looking back and forth to see if he was the only one who saw it. “Um…” he said to no one in particular.
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“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” he said, pushing the worries to the back of his mind. He had taken care of kids before. Heck, he had helped to take care of Wildebeest. Having his own kid wouldn’t be much different. “At the very least I might call up a few friends and ask them for advice. Baby books only go so far.”
“Any material can only get you so far, especially the advice of others.” As the two of them walk, Pamela kept musing. “Especially with the thousands of possibilities our child can be. But my currents bets are the possibility of green skin, red or green hair, and ties to the Red and Green.”
For all they knew, the people in the betting pool at her work was right: what if the child had a mutation? A tail? Paws for feet? Non-human ears that weren’t like Garfield’s? What if the child had a sway towards the Red or Green…or hell, some abhorrent combination of the two? It was dizzying to try and imagine all of that at once.
The farmer’s market wasn’t too far off from the house, and the two of them usually covered more ground than the average person anyway. It was already teeming with people and since the sun was out and uncovered by clouds, it meant that everyone and then some were at all of the booths available.
“Mmh. I’m going to check out the fungi section. I think we used up the last of the mushrooms in the house.”
“Alright. I was going to hit up the fruit section. I was thinking of some recipes for the babies food and wanted to test some out.” Gar said. He wondered himself about how the baby would turn out. He used to have fears about that kind of thing. If it would be like him. If it would turn out more like an animal. When he had first turned into the Beast he feared it even worse. Although his training helped to quell those thoughts. Now he was more worried about what kind of father he would be.
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” he said, pushing the worries to the back of his mind. He had taken care of kids before. Heck, he had helped to take care of Wildebeest. Having his own kid wouldn’t be much different. “At the very least I might call up a few friends and ask them for advice. Baby books only go so far.”
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
“Yeah.” Gar said, smile still plastered on his face. “It still amazes me that we made this. I know that I’ve said it before, but come on. Who would have ever thought someone like me would turn out to be a dad?”
A couple of chuckles left her lips before she turned to him and tapped him lightly on the end of his nose. “That makes two of us.” She teased of course, in hopes to keep him from thinking of this life-changing situation in a negative way. Lifting her head to place a kiss on his cheek, she curled her chin inwards to rest her forehead against the crook of his neck. “Six more months…”
“That’s going to be a long six months. Without all the usual pregnancy stuff, I can’t tell if how we’re doing it makes it seem to go by faster or slower. I guess it’s all relative, when you think about it.”
Pamela’s lips pursed as she looked up at him, giving him a somewhat stern look. “It shouldn’t matter so much for you, at least physically. I still have an act to keep up to the outside world.” Oh god; luckily it all became routine: putting on the fake baby-bumps, keeping her skin pigmented, buying clothing according to her current size.
She rolled her eyes at the next thought. “You wouldn’t believe how many people at my section at the labs are making a betting pool that the child will turn out to have some form of animal mutation…or better yet, be an animal entirely.” If it wasn’t enough that she already received playful banter from her co-workers because of who she was with, the outcome of the fetus was even more excruciating with left in the imaginations of others.
“I’ve heard those jokes before. The guys asked me if we were having a litter or something.” Gar said, shaking his head at the thought.
Stifling a few laughs, Pamela returned her attention back to the pod. “The child should be fine for now. The sun seems to have found its way back to Gotham, poor thing.” If there was one city in all the world that refused warmth, it was definitely this one. The darker months had left them though and during the daylight hours, sunlight was quite the gift.
“I’m going to go out today; the farmer’s market has set up in the town square if you’d like to join me.” Keeping up an eco-friendly, vegan lifestyle meant putting on a major guise for Pamela…and by how many months had passed already that the two had been living in this house, the regulars at the market knew who she was. (And how could they not, especially with all the money she donated to their farms?)
“Sure thing. I’ll go get dressed and we can get right out.” he gave one last look to the pod before walking over to the back door of their house. “Oh man, I never even though of it before. Should we start thinking of what to do for the baby room? We still need a cradle, a stroller, blankets, diapers. Just…so much.” he said, letting it hit him all at once.
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“Yeah.” Gar said, smile still plastered on his face. “It still amazes me that we made this. I know that I’ve said it before, but come on. Who would have ever thought someone like me would turn out to be a dad?”
A couple of chuckles left her lips before she turned to him and tapped him lightly on the end of his nose. “That makes two of us.” She teased of course, in hopes to keep him from thinking of this life-changing situation in a negative way. Lifting her head to place a kiss on his cheek, she curled her chin inwards to rest her forehead against the crook of his neck. “Six more months…”
“That’s going to be a long six months. Without all the usual pregnancy stuff, I can’t tell if how we’re doing it makes it seem to go by faster or slower. I guess it’s all relative, when you think about it.”
Pamela’s lips pursed as she looked up at him, giving him a somewhat stern look. “It shouldn’t matter so much for you, at least physically. I still have an act to keep up to the outside world.” Oh god; luckily it all became routine: putting on the fake baby-bumps, keeping her skin pigmented, buying clothing according to her current size.
She rolled her eyes at the next thought. “You wouldn’t believe how many people at my section at the labs are making a betting pool that the child will turn out to have some form of animal mutation…or better yet, be an animal entirely.” If it wasn’t enough that she already received playful banter from her co-workers because of who she was with, the outcome of the fetus was even more excruciating with left in the imaginations of others.
“I’ve heard those jokes before. The guys asked me if we were having a litter or something.” Gar said, shaking his head at the thought.
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
“Yeah.” Gar said, smile still plastered on his face. “It still amazes me that we made this. I know that I’ve said it before, but come on. Who would have ever thought someone like me would turn out to be a dad?”
A couple of chuckles left her lips before she turned to him and tapped him lightly on the end of his nose. “That makes two of us.” She teased of course, in hopes to keep him from thinking of this life-changing situation in a negative way. Lifting her head to place a kiss on his cheek, she curled her chin inwards to rest her forehead against the crook of his neck. “Six more months…”
“That’s going to be a long six months. Without all the usual pregnancy stuff, I can’t tell if how we’re doing it makes it seem to go by faster or slower. I guess it’s all relative, when you think about it.”
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
The sun; what a welcome guest in this household. It seemed the more bitter parts of winter had disappeared with the coming of the new year, and Pamela couldn’t be more grateful. It might still have been cold and icy outside, but that glowing orb of life was shining more days than none. Already, she could feel the vibrations of the plants in the earth through her bare feet (well, when she could afford to keep them that way!) as the earth became alive with the de-hibernation of its foliage.
Back in the spare room, the redhead dawned half-moon glasses as a few binders littered a fold-out table she had placed inside. The fetus was blossoming (or rather, growing) into that strange, almost-alien looking tiny creature that all of her medical documents were picturing. Chuckling to herself, she couldn’t help but comment “Better tell Seth that the child is not going to be a dog or a bear…”
Gar was in the trees, as usual for the morning. Climbing down as a squirrel. He could see Pam working on her notes from his position and got a good view of the pod carrying their child. It was breathtaking to know he was making something like that. Jumping down and shifting to normal, he walked over, putting his hand on the pod and smiling at the thought of their little baby being born soon.
Leaning in, her nose was almost pressed up against the pod as her brows furrowed. What tint was the child’s skin? It was hard to tell…considering the membrane and all of its components the fetus was protected by were tinted green. Standing herself back up as her posture straightened, she walked back over to the table before writing a few things down in an open binder.
Putting her glasses back on the wooden surface, she looked back over at Gar. “Well, the baby seems to check out.” As her eyes darted back to the patient in question, she jumped a little. “Look!” Rushing back over to the pod, she couldn’t help but dawn a smile. “It’s twitching!” Indeed, the tiny thing was twitching in slow gestures every now and again.
Gar cracked a smile and just kept looking at the little thing inside the pod. “It’s amazing he said.”Do you think it’ll be a girl or a boy? I know it’s probably to early to tell. I’m just kind of anxious to find out.”
Still staring at the fetus making its slow movements, she looked back at him with a beam. “In a few more weeks, we can get a probability. I believe it’s an 80% chance to successfully guess the sex of a fetus.” Placing her fingertips delicately against the pod, she could feel the warmth emanating from the plant itself. “Isn’t it amazing to know that we were once that small? And before this stage even…just a clump of cells?” Pamela’s eyes had grown wide as her mind began to wander through the vast wonders of the biological realm. It was amazing indeed.
“Yeah.” Gar said, smile still plastered on his face. “It still amazes me that we made this. I know that I’ve said it before, but come on. Who would have ever thought someone like me would turn out to be a dad?”
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
The sun; what a welcome guest in this household. It seemed the more bitter parts of winter had disappeared with the coming of the new year, and Pamela couldn’t be more grateful. It might still have been cold and icy outside, but that glowing orb of life was shining more days than none. Already, she could feel the vibrations of the plants in the earth through her bare feet (well, when she could afford to keep them that way!) as the earth became alive with the de-hibernation of its foliage.
Back in the spare room, the redhead dawned half-moon glasses as a few binders littered a fold-out table she had placed inside. The fetus was blossoming (or rather, growing) into that strange, almost-alien looking tiny creature that all of her medical documents were picturing. Chuckling to herself, she couldn’t help but comment “Better tell Seth that the child is not going to be a dog or a bear…”
Gar was in the trees, as usual for the morning. Climbing down as a squirrel. He could see Pam working on her notes from his position and got a good view of the pod carrying their child. It was breathtaking to know he was making something like that. Jumping down and shifting to normal, he walked over, putting his hand on the pod and smiling at the thought of their little baby being born soon.
Leaning in, her nose was almost pressed up against the pod as her brows furrowed. What tint was the child’s skin? It was hard to tell…considering the membrane and all of its components the fetus was protected by were tinted green. Standing herself back up as her posture straightened, she walked back over to the table before writing a few things down in an open binder.
Putting her glasses back on the wooden surface, she looked back over at Gar. “Well, the baby seems to check out.” As her eyes darted back to the patient in question, she jumped a little. “Look!” Rushing back over to the pod, she couldn’t help but dawn a smile. “It’s twitching!” Indeed, the tiny thing was twitching in slow gestures every now and again.
Gar cracked a smile and just kept looking at the little thing inside the pod. “It’s amazing he said.”Do you think it’ll be a girl or a boy? I know it’s probably to early to tell. I’m just kind of anxious to find out.”
Check-up @thatweirdgreenkid
The sun; what a welcome guest in this household. It seemed the more bitter parts of winter had disappeared with the coming of the new year, and Pamela couldn’t be more grateful. It might still have been cold and icy outside, but that glowing orb of life was shining more days than none. Already, she could feel the vibrations of the plants in the earth through her bare feet (well, when she could afford to keep them that way!) as the earth became alive with the de-hibernation of its foliage.
Back in the spare room, the redhead dawned half-moon glasses as a few binders littered a fold-out table she had placed inside. The fetus was blossoming (or rather, growing) into that strange, almost-alien looking tiny creature that all of her medical documents were picturing. Chuckling to herself, she couldn’t help but comment “Better tell Seth that the child is not going to be a dog or a bear…”
Gar was in the trees, as usual for the morning. Climbing down as a squirrel. He could see Pam working on her notes from his position and got a good view of the pod carrying their child. It was breathtaking to know he was making something like that. Jumping down and shifting to normal, he walked over, putting his hand on the pod and smiling at the thought of their little baby being born soon.
*smooches*
