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“Oy vey,” Menos mutters, looking down at his new body. 

—Parezco muy viejo aunque tenemos solamente diecisiete años… y la ropa no queda bien.— Más strips down to nothing, and Menos copies his actions.

—Vamos de compras por la ropa nueva.— 

(“I look so old even though we’re only seventeen… and our clothes don’t fit anymore. Let’s go shopping.”)

The twins link hands and make their way through the doors of the local mall and into the young men’s section. Being used to shopping for clothes much smaller than this, Más and Menos felt really out of place.

Menos slaps his forehead, cursing himself for not doing the simple thing of running back to the tower and borrowing Speedy’s or Aqualad’s civvies. Thank goodness no one was around to gawk at them… 

Menos, now clad in a red tee and jeans, is lying on the floor, gasping for air. One hand is clutching his belly, the other is pointing at his brother that stands in the doorway of the mall’s changing room. 

—Mira, hermano, ¡no me rías!— Más shouted. —¿Cómo parezco? Los zapatos me hacen más alto.

“Hahahahahahaha!” answered his twin, still laughing.

—¡Hermano, en serio!— Más is indignant, but he should have expected such a reaction considering the circumstances; he was wearing a Mexican sombrero, red stilletos, and… a strawberry costume… so massive that it swallowed the little boy’s entire form, making it blob-like and unrecognizable.

It’s Memorial Day weekend, and Starfire was currently hopping from store to store for the perfect gifts for her friends. Little to her knowledge, gifts were not distributed on this specific holiday, but most of Titans West didn’t have the heart to break the news to her, nor the news that they knew that she was out to get presents. So, here she was in the mall searching for multiple presents.

The ginger smiled as she found a men’s clothing store. Perhaps, she could find something for Beast Boy or Robin from there! She quickly rushed into the store, heading straight towards the young men’s section of the store, before bumping into two boys. “I am sorry,” She started as she stepped back and looked over to the boys. They looked familiar to someone, but who? “Please, we met before, perhaps?”

Menos’s laughter turns into a high-pitched shriek, and Más immediately recoils in horror, trying to use his arms to cover up his ridiculous clothing. Thoroughly embarrassed, the strawberry darts into the changing room to find a more suitable shirt to wear. Meanwhile a bewildered Menos stares up at his crush with his mouth hanging open, unable to find the words. He angrily wishes his brother hadn’t ditched him…

Speaking in Yiddish was only going to confuse her more. ”St-tarfire,” Menos stutters, and flashes an awkward, toothy grin.