The only response Serge received was a pained and particularly whiny groan. It was more of a 'fuck my life' groan than anything else.

Beast Boy rolled over onto his back, squinting at the dusky sky. That was one weird thing about this event: the sky never seemed to fully rise. It was actually kinda pretty, in a weird sort of way. His tired eyes slid towards Serge's concerned face. Beast Boy flashed him a thumbs up and threw his skateboard as far away from him as he could in utter disgust. It landed only a foot away, but whatever, it was the gesture that counts.