[Someone else here shares that overly dramatic pain, at least. Beast Boy watches in dull horror as the cake goes down.]
Duuuuuuuuude! [A plaintive sound. His voice pitches up horribly at the end of that word. He drops to his knees, gazing at the ruined cake with dismay, fingers knotting in his hair.] What if that's the only food they give us!? Now we're all going to have to eat cake that tastes nasty AND has been all over the floor!
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Duuuuuuuuude! [A plaintive sound. His voice pitches up horribly at the end of that word. He drops to his knees, gazing at the ruined cake with dismay, fingers knotting in his hair.] What if that's the only food they give us!? Now we're all going to have to eat cake that tastes nasty AND has been all over the floor!
[The hurt and betrayal in his voice is so real.]