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"As fun as a game about insects sounds," you say, "I will pass."

You follow Raven as she heads for the exit.

"Well alright," Beast Boy shrugs. "Have fun~!"

Raven glares over her shoulder quickly as Beast Boy chuckles.

"It's not like that," you say as you glance back. "It's not, not... Is it? I didn't even ask what we were going to do--"

"Just go through the door," Raven says as she pulls you along.

Raven pulls you along back towards your rooms. She stops halfway between her door and yours and then lets out a sigh of exasperation.

"So, what are you we up to?" you ask.

"Um, I was either going to meditate or read," she shrugs. "But if you want--"

You immediately wrap her in your arms.

"That's not what I was going to offer," she chuckles. "I was hoping to get more personal, share more secrets or something."

"Oh... Well of course, I'm up for that."

You follow her into her room and stand around as she looks around at things.

"Well, I'm sure you're curious about the unique take on Thalia and Melpomene," she says.

"Yes, the four eyes on each of them, specifically."

"I made these while still living in Azarath," she says. "The eyes... come from my father. And, depending on the situation, I have them, too."

"Oh? Where do they come out from?"

"My eyebrows..." she says. "It's weird, I know, even I don't understand how that works. I just worry about these two eyes right here and that's all."

"Four eyes isn't the worst thing," you say. "Goat legs like how some cultures see the Devil, that would be horrible. Especially with those legs, because those are far too good to become hairy with hooves."

"Stop~," Raven laughs as she playfully pushes you with one hand. "You're such a charmer~!"

"I'm sorry?" you unassuredly apologize.

"I just mean, I don't know how to handle... flirting, and compliments, that stuff."

"That's a shame," you say as you saunter up to her. "There's so much to like about a mysterious, otherworldly, unorthodox young woman."

"Ooo, never heard 'unorthodox' used in such a charming way," she smirks as she puts her arms around your shoulders. "Use more words like that."

"Hmm... Nonconformist. Eccentric, I'd say."

"Yeah, I'll accept that," she shrugs.

She then looks around the room at other things of hers.

"A lot of this furniture is actually just stuff I found around town," she says. "Except the trunk. That's been mine since leaving Azarath, and I packed much of my personal belongings in it, like the sculpture."

"Wait, Azarath has monks, right?"

"Yeah."

"Monks don't believe in personal attachments, right? And that includes personal possessions."

"Well, yeah, but what else would you call the clothes that you and only you wear all the time?"

"Oh I guess those would have to be personal possessions. So, just your supply of cloaks, leotards, belts and shoes?"

"And the sculpture," she says.

"And the sculpture," you repeat.

"And the Book of Azar," she says. "Obviously handed down to me after she passed. It has all her teachings and words of wisdom, sometimes I look at it to remind myself of things."

"Oh, that's great," you say.

"Yeah," she says, "that way it's like she's always with me."
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