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When Gabe received no reply from Kilian, he raised his eyebrows. It was unlike the Carggite to ignore, well, anyone, and Gabe was rather taken aback. However, he shrugged it off, and nodded towards the new guy... Beck, he assumed, from what Batman had told him through messages. Seeing that there wasn't much talking to be done, Gabe walked to the fridge and extracted a snack bar. [i]"That should do for now,"[/i] he thought, walking out of the kitchen and heading towards his personal quarters. Expecting to find peace and tranquility, he instead found a massive humanoid turtle stamping along the hallway.

The giant [i]humanoid turtle[/i] as it seemed he was, continued his strides along the hallway, not paying any attention to his surroundings. As he and Gabe got closer to each other, a sudden aroma marched towards Tintoretto's nostrils. 

Not wearing his mask, this scent was even more fervent than he could ever imagine. His senses might have had been spiked by this new odor. His eyes couldn't help but turn towards the bar in the man's hands. It was still in the wrapper yet he could smell it as if it were right before him. He gulped as his mouth seemed to water. That anger he carried down the hall seemed to have faded as his tongue savored the anonymous flavor of the snack. 

Gabe had already passed by him by the time Tintoretto reacted to the smell, but he couldn't keep away. He stretched out his arm and took hold of Gabe's shoulder. Suddenly, he snatched the bar from the hero's hand and completely devoured the bar with the wrapper still entact. 

Gabe had no time to react when Tintoretto stole his bar. Taken entirely by surprise, the sixteen year-old turned to face the alien with a look of utmost terror on his face. 

"Hey, come on man, I only just came back home. That was gonna be my first meal in two days!" he paused to sigh, before continuing. "Oh, who am I kidding. I can last another hour or two. Name's Gabe, by the way. The guys up there," he pointed up at the ceiling, gesturing to Star City, "Know me as Hellfire. And who might you be, my scaly amphibian pal?" 

After swallowing the entire snack bar, Tintoretto did not feel as satisfied as he wished he had. The bar tasted completely opposite to what he desired. On his time on Earth, he'd only eaten three different types of foods. Broccoli, Lettuce, and Tomatoes. The humans would call him a vegetarian, but it's just that Tintoretto was never offered nor given any other foods. 

In his home planet, it was completely different. In his home planet, he lived by the hunt, sneaking upon his prey and snapping their necks when obliged. He would usually shank them through their necks though, found it much faster and easier. 

Anyhow, the point is that Tintoretto eat meats in his home planet, but here on Earth, he's only had those few vegetables and fruits. Therefore, when he tried the bar, it did not top the taste of the vegetables nor fruits - which was due to the wrapper of course. As the kid went off on him for eating his food, Tintoretto started to feel uncomfortable. Gabe then started to rant about stuff Tintoretto didn't really find important, up to the point he called him a [i]scaly amphibian[/i]. 

Tintoretto turned towards Gabe and started for him. His eyes were wide just like before when he showed his anger to Cal and Wisteria. Without notice, he pushed Gabe into the wall behind him and towered over the youngling. "YOU THINK I'M A NINJA TURTLE TOO?!!!" he yelled at the poor kid, not realizing that was not at all Gabe's judgement. 

When Gabe was pushed against the wall, he was confused. Ninja Turtle? How the hell did he get [i]Ninja Turtle[/i] from [i]scaly amphibian pal[/i]? Raising his arms up in friendly submission, Gabe hid his fear with expertise, the only giveaway being his contracting pupils.

"Hey man, if I thought you were a Ninja Turtle, I would've told you so, okay? I just pointed out that you were scaly and an amphibian..." he explained, his voice even. Heat was beginning to build up in his body. If the turtle was to make any movement with the intention to hurt, Gabe wouldn't hesitate to warn him with flames.

With a snarl, the amphibian backed away slowly as he stood straight up again. He cracked his neck to both directions and rotated his shoulder. "I'm no Turtle, nor Ninja. I'm a Slider, a warrior-like species from planet Swaenous. You and your pals think it's amusin' to call me a Ninja Turtle just because my people resemble those jokes on the screens. Pathetic!" Tintoretto growled. 

He then turned his gaze towards the mess hall where everyone had been gathering. He overheard the conversation from his location, hearing about their plans to occupy the War Room for a little training. Tintoretto had the thought of joining them, but noticed Cal was in the small group. Though he wanted to kick the guys ass, he decided it'd be in his best interest not to. He feared he'd kill the boy if he fought against him, just because of that ridiculous joke. 

"You, Fire-man! I want more food! Show me where I can get it" Tintoretto demanded from Gabe. Most of his days were spent either within his own chambers or in the War Room. Food was usually brought to him so he didn't really go anywhere else. What he truly desired though was to leave the damn undergound and see the city lights once again. 

"No problem, no problem at all! But a please would've been nice... Whatever, follow me," replied Gabe, walking back into the kitchen, with the intent of showing the Slider where the meat was kept. It looked like he could use some. Opening the fridge, he withdrew some beef, generating a flame in his free hand, before asking Tintoretto a question. "How do you like your steak cooked? Rare? Medium-rare? Well-done?"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, just give me the damn meat!" he yelled at Gabe as he waited for the food to be handed to him. 

"Okay, okay, each to their own," Gabe said as he handed Tintoretto a slice of meat. He then cooked his own steak in a matter of seconds using his black flame, his mouth watering as the smell of medium-rare perfection filled his nostrils.

Tintoretto looked at the meat that was given to him and compared it to the one Gabe had. He started to envy the man's steak over his own. He had no idea what Gabe had been talking about, Medium-Rare, Rare and all that bullsh*t, but could tell his meat was none of those. "Why do you encase your meat in flames? Why does it smell better than mine?!" he said becoming flustered by his own ignorance. 

Gabe couldn't help but smirk at Tintoretto's lack of culinary knowledge. "I do it so the meat cooks... It makes it taste [i]and[/i] smell better, you see," he explained. 

With that Tintoretto allowed Gabe to cook his steak and make it tastier. He watched the spitful flames make the food smell much better than the snack bar from earlier. Tintoretto's mouth watered to a level of amusement. His eyes weren't turning from his lunch, just locked the steak in sight. Once finished, he started to devour the steak, not having common courtesy to use a knife nor a fork. He just grabbed it with his hands despite the heat and poured as much as he could into his mouth as he thrashed at it with his teeth. Once finished he gave a menacing burp as his hands took hold of his stomach. With a grin, he slammed his fist on the nearby table and laughed. "Hahahaha!! You're not too bad Fire-man" he stated, possibly being positive for the first time since he joined the heroes. 

It's fair to say that Gabe was surprised by the compliment, what with Tintoretto's aggressive demeanor up until then. He was further surprised when the alien snatched the steak and gobbled it all up in one mouthful, not even bothering to use cutlery. "Uh... thanks," he said, grabbing a plate, knife and fork from their drawers. "I didn't catch your name though, and I'd hate to have to offend you again with a nickname I'll probably come up with, so... Care to share your [i]designation[/i]?" he continued, emphasising on the final word to make it sound extra fancy.

"I am Tintoretto, a Slider from planet Swaenous" he started, repeating what he had already shared to Gabe. "I am no Turtle nor Ninja, I am a warrior!" he continued, slamming his fist on the table yet again. It seemed that the amphibian repeated a lot of what he spoke about before, his mind didn't really recall much of his past conversations. Events were registered like a normal humans, but since English was not his native tongue, he would have a short-term memory of it, sometimes completely forgetting the language, other times, knowing it at its fullest. Suddenly, Tintoretto paused his small speech as Gabe left the table and his general bubble. Fortunately for him, Tintoretto did not anger by his actions.

"Nice to meet you, Tintore- well, punch Batman and call me Grayson," gasped Gabe, upon seeing Magnus enter the kitchen and say hello to Kilian. "Uh... excuse me," said he to Tintoretto, before ditching his half-eaten steak and running towards his bro.

As he ran to Magnus, memories of the past year rushed into his head, memories that would have caused him to grimace in pain and flinch in fear. But that wasn't the case. Not this time, anyway.

"WHERE THE [i]HELL[/i] HAVE YOU BEEN, BRO?!" yelled Gabe in an almost child-like fashion, encasing the tall wolfman-turned-human in a massive bear-hug, almost toppling them, Kilian and the rest of the group in a domino-like fashion. But to be honest, Gabe didn't care. The things he and Magnus had been through together had bonded them tremendously, and not even the team tripping over themselves would stop him from hugging the man.