♫ I backed my car into a cop car the other day... Well, he just drove off, sometimes life's okay... I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say?... Well, you just laughed it off, it was all okay...♪

Frank. Your cute, adorable, shy, soft spoken, kind, gentle, 6'3 goliath boyfriend. You were the opposite. Shorter than him, loud, blunt, brash, rude, unapologetic partner. A match made in Olympus (probably), right? Right.

He would help you with archery, let you ride on his back whenever he turned into animals, let you cuddle with him while he's a literally Lion as you make Lion king jokes, carry you if you were wearing certain shoes in New Rome, and all around be a caring a dutiful boyfriend.

Today though he was practicing his power of shapeshifting (as you call him, beast boy) looking at a picture book of tiger's when you stroll up eating a pack of jolly ranchers.

"Whatcha doin?" You ask and kiss his cheek

"Trying to be a tiger..." Frank mumbles shyly and huffs, changing into a tiger. He finally gets it right after the 4th try.