Up on the roof

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*He's been awake for a while, just watching her sleep. This time around, there's no comfort in the slow rhythmic movement of her sleeping frame. His swimming thoughts are all out of the pool, afraid of the shark that's just appeared in the water. How the hell did that get there?
Air, he needs air, and though it pains him to leave her alone in the apartment, he has to get out of this tent.

He slips out of bed without disturbing her, finds a pair of shorts to wear, and heads out on to the roof. He can only assume that it's night because the lights in the tent are not yet lit. The outside sky is no help. It's still the same night it has been since he first arrived. Barefoot he begins to run, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. For a while he's almost convinced himself that things are okay, that they're normal. That is until he goes for a hand hold from a shorter building to an adjecent taller one, and the extra fingers get in the way. The fall isn't a long one, maybe 5 feet, but he's winded enough by the landing to remind him that he's lacking his shell. He stays there, flat on his back, for a minute or two, watching the frozen starlight above him.

Eventually he stands up, brushes himself off, and heads back to the roof of Milliways. Raph listens for tell tale signs of life from inside the tent. When he hears none he enters, makes his way to the fridge for a beer, and leaves again silent as ever.

He can feel the slight bruise forming on his back from the fall. Raph opens the beer and takes a seat on the edge of the roof looking out over his frozen city.
Nothing's been solved, no questions answered, but at least no one got punched. For Raph, that's an achievement.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*she rolled over knowing he wouldn't be there. You don't just say that and not expect problems. She held her breath for a second maybe it would wake her up, maybe it would make up for everything. Maybe atleast it would keep her from crying. This time there was no William, there wasn't even any quaaludes, just an empty bed. She got out of bed, grabbed the first nicely folded shirt and put it on, it was his, she could smell him. her ber breath caught again. If she had to she'd climb off the roof all on her own. She couldn't handle this. She saw him sitting on the ledge she knew she couldn't do anything for him, and that broke her heart. She walked over to him and sat, nothing could be said so she just sat*

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*He could just hear Mike now: Aww, lookit the little antihero sittin' alone on the roof with a drink. You're so cute I could just pinch you. Raph smirks a little, shakes his head and takes another pull off the PBR tallboy. Even in his head Mike is a jackass. Raph catches movement out of the corner of his eye, his tenses slightly at the approach of the unfamiliar shape, until he discovers the shape is not so unfamilar. He doesn't know what to say to her, and her silence is proof positive she doesn't know what to say to him. So he breaks the deafening lack of noise with the first thing that pops into his head*

Beer?
*he holds the can out to her.*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Yeah, thanks
*takes the beer*

[mnt_raph]

Nice shirt.
You know, if we joined forces we could have one fully dressed person.

*Raph cringes when he realizes how totally stupid that statement is*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*grins not her usual bright light up the world grin, a sad grin*
I think it looks nice on me.

[mnt_raph]

*sees only the sad smile*
I wasn't sayin' it didn't, I just...

*the sentence dies. He feels totally useless, and the confusion isn't helping. Raph looks away to try and hide look of pure frustration he's sure he's sportin' right about now*

THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT!
*he yells, there is no echo.*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

i am not sad because of the fucking shirt

[mnt_raph]

You really think I don't know that?
*his voice is harsh*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*absentmindedly talking to herself*
never take it seriously, you'll never get hurt always have fun

All I've wanted was to make you happy, I wasn't gonna tell you how I felt. Just gonna be with you and let you go. Now I just get to let you go. I guess we had a little fun but I didn't want this to happen.

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*Raph leans forward and grasps his head with his hands. Maybe if he pushes hard enough he can just crush his skull before the frustration does.

Admittedly he doesn't hear all of what she's just said to him, just the "now I just let you go" part. He didn't respond because he doesn't know how, and she's leaving. That's it. The straw that brings down the camel. He sharply turns toward the brick facade next to him and punches it with all his might*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*swallows hard*
STOP IT!

YOU Don't even think do you? I don't want to leave, I want to stay. You won't even tell me what you want. I figured it was better if I just go.

*grabs his shoulder* Look at me!

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*he takes a deep breath and releases it in the form of a very annoyed sigh, then slowly turns to face her. His jaw is set and his hand is once again torn and bleeding. Damn thin human skin. When his eyes meet hers, something breaks, and he just looks hurt, scared, and lost*

i don't know what to do

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*reaches up and touches his cheek, had been not touching him on purpose. Her eyes are soft and look as if everything she feels for him is pouring out of them*
Honey, you talk to me, you don't punch a wall. You say whatever you wanna say.

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*he closes his eyes and leans into her hand, his own forgotten, and repeat in a louder voice*

I don't know what to do.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*rubs at his cheek with her thumb*
think you'd like me to stay?
We don't have to talk I'll just hold you if you want...
Just no punching the wall.
Maybe we could fine Todd and you could punch him *grins it is the shiney Penny grin, she is laughing*

[mnt_raph]

I'd like that. All'a that.
'Specially the punching Todd part.
*smirks*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

I figured you'd like that.
I think we need to fix up your hand.

[mnt_raph]

*opens his eyes and looks down at his hand. The knuckles are grazed and bleeding*

Eh, it ain't too bad. S'alright, I got another one.

*the bones in his fingers crack when he flexes them*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*suddenly there is a wicked glint in her eye, peels his shirt off and throws it at him*
Well, the least you do is put a shirt on, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you *grins*

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*he sits there for a second or two, shirt draped over his head. From under the shirt*

Was that really necessary?

*he's not sure what he likes the shirt for more: the fact that it means he's not going to get a further scolding, or the fact that there's now a naked Penny on his roof. He slowly pulls the shirt off his head, and wraps it around his bleeding hand. In a flash (no pun intended) he's picked Penny up in a Fireman's carry and is bringing her inside the tent.*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*grins*
No, maybe not necessary, but it got the job done, I think. *giggles*

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*once in the tent he lowers her onto the bed*
Still atta loss of what to do wit'me?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*serious look in her eyes*
I know what I want to do, the question is... what do you want?

There are plenty of fun things we could do, it all depends on how far you wanna go.

I don't want you looking all confused at me, I know you don't understand everything. You're just so damn adorable, I'm not really sure how I manage to keep me hands offa you.

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*dramatically collapses backward on the bed, wincing slightly when he lands on his back.

So the confusion thing ain't gonna fly this time huh? Damn, I'll need to get a new racket.
*gives her a smirk.*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*notices the whince* What did you do?

what are you so scared of? o you not want me like that? *now she's confused*