Owner Pose
Terry O'Neil The bedroom was in disarray. Mostly because Terry had come back from work and had stripped in a hurry. Although his employers don't mind if he's in Hero outfit for most of the time, they do expect him to wear Business Casual for meetings and the like. And because of his his transformations work, one of his forms has been wearing Business Casual for too many days.

Currently, the redhead is almost done taking a warm shower. His slacks are on the floor, discarded where he flung them off. His wallet has rolled out of its pocket, and several cards out of it.
Garfield Logan Out for his own reasons, Gar takes a more unconventional approach to getting back to the apartment. Flying in as a bird, he gets to a window that is left cracked open for a bit of air, then he turns small enough to simply go through the screen. A flea would do the trick.

Landing back in his usual form, he looks pleased with himself at his own cleverness, a useful thing when he checks his pockets and realizes, "Oh, good thing. I forgot my keys. So, I.."

He rolls his eyes at the utter mess of the bedroom, upon poking his head in there after hearing the water running. "Slob!" he calls out, crouching to pick up some of the stuff that's fallen down. Wallet, a few cards..Terry's license.. "Oh."
Terry O'Neil "That you, Gar?" Terry calls from the bathroom over the sound of water. There's vapor coming out of the door that has been left slightly open. He likes his hot showers. "I've got the rest of the day off!" he announces jovially while working on washing the lather off. "So I'm all yours for the rest of the day. No monitor duty or anything. Whatever are you to do?" he grins, and steps into the water, it splashes over his face.
Garfield Logan Gar Logan gathers up everything, setting the pants on the bed, but as he flips through the cards he pauses back on the license for a second time. "March? And you never told me?" His voice is kept low, under the sound of the water hitting the guy in the shower, and he quickly tucks everything back in the wallet. Of course, he has no idea what order any of it was in.

"No, it's your greatest foe: a maid! What, no stories to chase after? No missions to go on?" he queries.
Terry O'Neil "I have had my fair share of those for today. A Titan of Myth has replaced our team-sister. Cat Man apparently had his brain scrambled by a psychic and is missing some memories, and apparently someone is trying to set up an official fan club of me and has reached out to request sanction and I have /no/ clue what to do about that, nor do I know how I feel about someone out there actually being a fan of me."

Squeaky clean, he reaches for the towel as he turns the water off. "It's been so hectic..."
Garfield Logan Rolling his eyes, Gar scoffs. "You have me around, and you're worried about trying to figure out how to handle a request for an official fan club? Honestly, dude. It's like you haven't picked up anything from me sometimes." He explains, "You need to be clear about what kinds of things are allowed and what aren't, how anything with you or about you is handled, all that stuff. You'll probably want to offer to sign some stuff for them, maybe do a meet and greet somewhere, follow some of them on social media, but you have to be careful if any of them are getting all creepy and inappropriate. You don't want that to reflect badly on you, and you know how the media can be. You /are/ the media!"

Is it any surprise he's got advice for this sort of thing?

"That other stuff, I don't really know what to say right now. You should try to get your mind off of it for the rest of the day. That's what I'd do."
Terry O'Neil "Right!" Terry says, stepping out of the bathroom after drying himself sufficiently, towel draped around his waist to prevent droplets from falling on the carpet and no other reason. He has no need to keep his modesty around Gar. "You don't get it. I mean. C'mon... someone being a /fan/ of /me/ is something I can't parse. I don't have the software." The redhead grins and approaches Gar, "You? I'm not surprised. You're talented. Funny and good-looking." He reaches over to boop Gar's nose, "No clue how you ended up with a loser like me!" he says, sitting down on the bed and running a hand across his hair. There's no need to style it. No matter how styled it gets, it will eventually break free of any style of its own accord.
Garfield Logan "Uh, I guess I should check. Are you talking about a Terry fan club, or a Vorpal fan club? Because that's two really different things. Vorpal? Cheshire Cat, Titan, um..glitteriffic. Terry? Some people really like reporters?" Gar considers, and he squints at the nose thing before giving a light push to 'help' Terry back onto the bed. "Yep. Beast Boy is all that and a bag of chips. It is known."

He leaves things to sit there as they are, no doubt mulling over what to say, how to say it. He's giving off that body language that says he's in thought.
Terry O'Neil "Vorpal, obviously. I might have reported about the potential end of the world several times, but people only remember the people in tights who punch things--- or Lois. Lois has that 'it' quality," he chuckles. And then he glances at Gar, an eyebrow going up.

"You always look adorable when you're thinking. Penny for your thoughts? Or a kiss. I'll take a kiss instead."
Garfield Logan Gar Logan shakes his head, leaving the fan club talk to taper off. It's just a precursor to other matters. "Yeah, so, I was thinking we should do something for your birthday." It could be a random observation, a general thing that's normal to discuss because everyone has birthdays. Yet, he's watching Terry with a sharply-raised eyebrow.
Terry O'Neil "Oh?--- oh, right. Yeah, when it comes around, we probably should." He gets up, leaving the towel behind. Yes, he is trying to distract Gar from the topic by walking around naked. He leisurely walks to the dresser to pull out a fresh set of clothes, "Definitely. So what do you want to do tonight? I'm kinda hungry, and you're always hungry, so maybe we should have something somewhere nice?"
Garfield Logan Gar Logan is unmoved by this. Either he's seen it enough already, or his resolve has leveled up at some point since the last time. "I see what you're trying to do here, so go ahead and get dressed, then let me know someplace you've been wanting to go together for a while, because we're going to have an unbirthday party for you."

He heads closer to give Terry a notable hip-bump in passing, lowering his voice. "Otherwise, we'd have to wait almost another year."
Terry O'Neil Terry freeze, and slowly turns around to face Gar, his favorite T-shirt, the one with the cartoon depiction of Gar screaming 'Pizza Time', in one hand.

"Wait. What did you say?" he says, green eyes narrowing and his head getting that tilt it gets when he's suspicious. "-you can't possibly mean..."
Garfield Logan Gar Logan carries a casual, nonchalant way about him, a grin showing at the shirt selection. "You just can't keep me off of you, can you?" he teases, in the middle of Terry locking up, then getting in that mood of his.

"I said, if we're gonna do something now, it'll have to be an unbirthday thing because we just missed it. Dude, you left your wallet out and some of your stuff fell out. I was putting it back in and I saw your license. I dunno why you were hiding your birthday from me," he explains. "We all have them."
Terry O'Neil Terry deflates a little, and slips into the shirt with a smirk after Gar's quip. "Hush you. Look... birthdays are kind of embarrassing." He fetches a pair of red briefs and starts slipping into it. "I don't know if you've ever noticed but I'm kind of uncomfortable about people making a fuss about me."

He walks over to the bed and sits down, to pull up his socks. "Ever since I was a kid. Mom threw me a couple of parties, but you know- I always kind of got the impression the kids showed up because of the cookies and the cake-" who wouldn't show up for Agatha's baking, after all? "But I never really felt anyone was there for /me/. Except mom, I guess. But she kinda had to, you know?"

"Afterwards, when I got to highschool, I kind of got used to people not knowing and not caring when my birthday was, and that was kind of nice because I didn't have to put up with how fake people would be to wish me a happy birthday and then the next day be shit to me at school-- you know?"
Garfield Logan Clearing his throat, Gar points out, "Superman puts on the blue tights /before/ the red undies. Just so you don't forget. And..okay, yeah, that sucks to feel that way, but your mom still did it for you. That's the important thing, right?" There he is, trying to be supportive, hands dipping into the pockets of the basketball shorts he's wearing today.

"I mean, sure, you get older and maybe it's just another day for you, but in case you forgot, there are people around you who care about you. So you don't have to stay stuck in the past. Things change. So where would you want to go?" That last part, he's pretty insistent on.
Terry O'Neil Terry smiles a little. "... I guess it's just another thing I should get used to, right? The fan stuff. Someone other than my mom and April caring about my birthday." He exhales, "I am a mess, Gar, did you know that? I'm a total mess." He stands up, in briefs and T-shirt and socks, looking like he's ready for a sleepover.

"I kind of grew up dreading people making a fuss over me. But at the same time..." he rubs the back of his neck, "... even though it embarrasses me, I always hoped someday someone... you know. Would?"
Garfield Logan "Welcome to the island of misfit toys, dude. We're all broken in some way. Some of us more than others." Gar gives Terry a pointed look at this, one mixed in with a half-grin that shows off the snaggletooth from his slightly fangy underbite.

Then, he waves it off. "So just try to forget about it. Haven't you been around us long enough, now? Not everyone is gonna love you. I mean, I don't have that problem because everybody loves Beast Boy, but you know what I mean. You're part of the Titans family, and you know what we are." He gestures between them with a couple fingers. "So are we gonna have to get dressed up, or is casual good enough?"
Terry O'Neil Terry returns Gar's smile, and he pulls his T-shirt off, tossing it onto the bed. Taking a few steps, he gets close enough to Gar that they are almost nose to nose, and he puts his hands on the Titan's hips.

"... okay, I'll bite, Mister Logan. You know what? Take me wherever you want to take me. Surprise me." He winks, "So you'll have to tell me how I should dress myself."
Garfield Logan Gar Logan chides, "Your bite like this isn't very dangerous, you know." Hands settle at opposite hips in return, and he makes a show of looking toward the ceiling as if in deeper thought. "Where should we go, and how should /we/ be dressed. They wouldn't let us in like this if we were going to a Broadway show, or a five-star restaurant in London. But a pool party, maybe."
Terry O'Neil The redhead thinks about this for a second, and then leans forward to nip at the exposed neck as Gar looks up. "... I'll go get my suit and tie, then. I hear there's a great new place over in New York at the top of one of the skyscrapers. And it /rotates/." He gives a wink and then steps back, one hand stroking the underside of Gar's chin. "Do I get to unwrap any presents after dinner?'
Garfield Logan Gar Logan's attention shifting upward is taken back by the nip. "Dude, you're not even being a cat right now and you're still demanding all the attention! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were born to be one!"

Clearing his throat, he adds quickly, "Technically that's true, but nevermind."

Slipping away from the hand at his chin, he motions toward the closet. "I'm gonna go in there, find a good suit of my own, and come out. As for later, you'll just have to see. But, I can give you a hint."

Pulling up his phone, he takes a few seconds before a song begins to play by The Lonely Island. And no, it's not the one about the boat.