Titans Mix Ask/RP

Raven follows along behind him, gently rubbing the kitten with her cloak.

Gar prepared a bottle and waited for it to warm in the microwave, checking it every so many seconds to get the temperature right. The kitten mewed occasionally, but didn't move much. They were weak at this point, but knew to cry for help. "That's a good sign. That they're meowing I mean. Still got some fight in 'em." He walked over to the two and checked the warmth of the kitten. "Okay. They should be good to feed." He delicately took the kitten in his hands and placed the tip of the bottle to the kitten's mouth.

"telekinesis is very useful in times of stress." she offered her fingertips to the kitten to introduce herself a little first.

Gar finally smiled genuinely, seeing how gently Raven was handling the kitten.

she opens her door right away, in the middle of pulling up her hood, until she took in what was before her.

"Nnnnnnooooooo...but hey, at least weasels are cute!"

Normally Gar only really got positive reactions to his animal forms from Rita. Steve was always unimpressed with him while Cliff and Larry took a little more to be wooed. Given Syd's reaction, Gar decided to take a risk. He lifted his front paws in the air as he stood on his hind legs and offered, "You can hold me, if you want."

"Charmed, charmed."

Syd smirked back at Steve, in a more devious manner, "I mean, if my life is in this guy's hands," she pointed at him, "yeah, then I guess I'd say I'm doomed."

Mento's smile fell and he looked more than unimpressed.

Syd smiled at the mummy-like man. At least someone, other than "Mr. Neil" as she called him, agreed with her. ...Then turned straight to Steve, thumbed her nose and stuck his tongue out at him.

The boy's tail went from a curious cat flicking motion to an excited dog wagging movement. " 'e sure is," Neil nodded, pleased his hunch about the two was correct. "Beast Boy of the Doom Patrol... and the rest of the Doom Patrol." Neil jabbed his thumb in the direction of the other adults. "Though I'm certain you 'ave no interest in meeting these super heroes. I mean, they are grown ups after all," the tall Brit teased.

Syd, not one to back down easily, placed her hands on her hips and glared daggers right back. She stepped in front of Gar (or at least she thought it was him? Just a second ago, he was a cheetah, but now an armadillo. ...Neat!) in a protective sort of manner, being careful not to step on him

"Yeah, 'cos of you! Thanks!" she chirped, " 'm sorry you had to do that, but I'm not a pancake right now, so that's a good pay off, I think."

Rather than cover his ears, he simply became an animal with worse hearing. Gar curled into a ball as an armadillo. Steve's back stiffened as he glared daggers at the girl, crossing the road once they could. "Now listen here, young lady, you do not disrespect the Doom Patrol."

It all happened so fast.

The adults were arguing. Arguing about him. “Oh, come now,” Neil Richards lightly scolded, having tagged along with the Doom Patrol mission to visit England again, “the young one could use some time with other kids ‘is age.” “Oh, what if they don’t accept him?” Rita Farr asked with fingertips almost touching her frowning mouth. “You need to stop babying him, Rita,” Steve Dayton growled. “So what if they don’t accept him? He has the Doom Patrol and that should be good enough for him! Besides, we should get home.” “Well, I’m not leaving just yet,” Neil huffed. “If you’re really insistent, I could bring ‘im back when I’m done with my visit.” “We aren’t leaving without Gar,” Dayton scowled. “For someone who doesn’t value the boy, you sure seem insistent on keeping ‘im with you,” Neil sneered. The little changeling let out a quiet sigh. He was more than willing to just go home. He was used to being bullied by most kids anyway… But Mr. Richards seemed certain that this Malone family would accept him. Whatever the case, the anger, raised voices, and overlapping speech was getting him overwhelmed. Covering his ears, he quietly slunk away from the grown ups to get some quiet and catch his breath in an alley. As the light reflected off his eyes in the partial shadows, Gar noticed a young girl had spotted him. She was sure to run away… But she didn’t. Instead, she paused for a moment, then dashed into the road, seemingly trying to catch him before he wandered off. Unfortunately for the young girl, the distraction of seeing the changeling had kept her from noticing it was no longer time for pedestrians to cross. In mere seconds, Gar leapt onto to all fours and bolted into the road as a cheetah, lowering his head to get the child onto his back, and dashed out of the way of the oncoming car. The changeling had never ran so fast… That speedy rescue took the wind right out of him, Gar now panting as a cheetah does.