Cyborg interrupts with a phone call.

Before you could begin thinging of a viable excuse to give to your master/father on why exactly you had a video file of Star and Raven making out in a way that did not earn you another 3 months of intense combat and disipline training, your phone begins shaking on the table near you.

"Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,"

Okay, so maybe Daft Punk was a little too much. But it made as obvious a reference as any that Cyborg was attempting to reach you. You spare a moment looking into Slade's eye, and find yourself indirectly asking for his approval to answer it. His position barely changes, but it's enough to know that he has granted you permission to talk. For now, anyway.

"Write it, cut it, paste it, save it, load it, check-" *beep*

"Dan speaking," you reply, answering the phone on speaker.

"Hey dude! Heard you got fired after our delivery?" Cyborg questions, though his voice is slow and sounds like he just woke up and still coping with a hangover.

"Yeah, the boss wasn't really happy that I stuck around to party with everyone," you answer, feeling no need to lie to him. Slade stands by patiently, ready to learn as much as he can about the Titans through even a casual conversation.

"Right, sorry about *belch* that. Ugh, last night kinda kicked my ass. I don't know how BB's acting like he didn't drink everyone else under the table last night..."

"You okay, man?"

"I feel like I downed an entire barrel of crude motor oil upside down and just got dropped on my head not even 10 minutes ago. I think I might have to literally rebuild my stomach before the day ends, but everything else should be fine.

"But that's not why I called. Oh god, wait a mo-"

For the next minute or two, you hear Cyborg proceed to vomit into a toilet. The sound is unpleasant enough that even you feel ready to throw up as well. Your father once again fails to react."

"Ugh, I knew there was tofu on that Hawaiian Supreme..."

Another 10 seconds go by as Cyborg finishes emptying his stomach into a procelain bowl.

"Ugh...Okay, I'm better...Sorry to had to hear all that..."

"It's fine, Cyborg."

"Thanks...Anyway...Me and the others felt bad about costing you your job. Even Raven felt bad, though she thinks she's hiding it so don't tell her I said that."

"My lips are sealed."

"Good. Like I ways saying, we fell like we ought to make it up to you somehow. We thought about finding something you could do around one of the Towers if you were still looking for a job?"

That...wait, what?

It's a minor reaction, but a slight twitch of his foot betrays your father's stoic expression. He is also surprised by the Titan's offer to employ you after meeting you less than 24 hours ago.

"You still there, man?"

You **** yourself back into focus. Before you can give your response, Slade begins silently communicating with you with hand signals taught to you during training. The signals were mostly oriented for combat tactics, but as crude as it was, the translation was still easy enough to understand.

Terminate contact. Do NOT accept or reject.

"W-Wow dude...I'm...not sure what to say...Can you give me some time to think on that?" you request.

"Sure thing dude. Take as long as you need. We'll be around."

Cyborg ends the call, and you are left alone with you master. Part of you can't help but feel irritated at your master's intervention. You practically had a golden ticket to a number of potential Titans' Towers. Still, your respect for him is too high to ever vocally express it.

Not that you need to, one look into his eye and he silently confirms how transparent your thoughts are to him. But his gaze also conveys dominance, reminding you of your place as HIS apprentice.

"An opportunity has just been presented to us, my son."

The only true question was whether or not it was an opportunity Slade would allow you to utilize.