[closed; in need of a closet]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Damian Wayne & Superboy
Location: Nighttime, around Garden
Rating: G most likely
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Superboy's been in Garden for a week almost and he's not impressed with the lack of closets. Not impressed at all, and he won't be any more impressed when he bumps into Damian.

Did closets not exist in this stupid floating ship?

Conner stomped through the corridor with an air of frustration, a dark cloud of irritation over his head, the door of his dorm sliding shut behind him on a whisper of air. His dorm room had proven useless, it only had a bed and other minimal furnishings. No closet in sight. His dorm mate's room also came with no closet from what Conner had seen earlier. And now as he strode up and down the corridors in search of a dorm room that was unlocked and not in use ... so not worth it! Plus they were all locked, judging by the way the red lights were lit up on the keypads.

Superman's clone was aggravated, moody (nothing new), at the end of his short-temper fuse.

WHY COULD HE NOT FIND A CLOSET?!

Conner clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. All he wanted to do was grab a bit of shut eye, sleep properly. He didn't need M'gann worrying over him or wondering why his energy levels seemed so low. But there was just no way he could sleep or recharge on the mattress of his bed that was nearly as hard as the floor-- there had to be something...!

Comments

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to find a closet."

Yeah, like that was going to go any better.

[worthyheir]

"For what, your collection black of S-Shield t-shirts?"

Damn. This whole concept of being nice is harder than he thought.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

"No," Conner grumbled, not all looking in the mood for whatever this kid was pulling on him. "To rest in. Recharge. Sleep."

[worthyheir]

Damian opened his mouth to ask why, the closed it again. The answer was obvious--he was a weirdo, that was why. And if he wanted to sleep in a closet, that was fine by him. As there weren't any in the dorm, it meant he could effectively have that tiny little room to himself again. That only left finding a closet large enough for the weird alien clone to sleep in. There had to be one in the Garden. There had to be. He closed his eyes and tried to visually walk through the Garden, looking for something closet-esque.

"Have you tried the Art 102 room?" Though he didn't have a class there, it was where he stole the spirit gum from. "They have those large lockers for supplies. Perhaps one of those aren't in use.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

One day someone would have to explain the story about how Conner had been born in a containment pod and could only ever properly rest in something similar, like a closet. Beds are just too damn uncomfortable for him!

"Art 102 room..."

Conner had yet to take a class in it as well but he nodded, remembering exactly where it was. It was good enough for him. He repeated the number to himself and turned to head in that direction.

Never was one for 'goodbyes'.

[worthyheir]

Damian blinked a few times, watching Superboy go. He didn't bother to stop him or say goodbye, just sort of walked him walk away.

...What a weirdo.