OOM: On the roof.
Dec. 2nd, 2004 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*It's quiet. Blessedly quiet. Raph doesn't know why the racket stopped, but he's not going to complain. After a fantastic night's sleep, and a hot shower, he's pretty sure he could take over the world. That he's ready for just about anything....except, what's waiting for him outside of his bathroom.
He opens the door to the bathroom, and steam rushes into the main room of the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. Wrapped in just a towel he makes his way to one of the dressers, when he feels eyes upon him. He turns.*
What the hell are you doin' here?
He opens the door to the bathroom, and steam rushes into the main room of the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. Wrapped in just a towel he makes his way to one of the dressers, when he feels eyes upon him. He turns.*
What the hell are you doin' here?
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Date: 2004-12-03 11:11 am (UTC)Yeah, it was a cheap shot, but if it's one thing he knows, it's how to play rough.
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Date: 2004-12-03 11:14 am (UTC)That's it.
*With that, Raph gets a good grapple on Mike's shell, lifting him up. He carries a deadweighted Mike out the door, and to the edge of the roof....where he drops him. Brushing his hands off, he goes back inside, making sure to lock the door behind him.*
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Date: 2004-12-03 11:15 am (UTC)"Hmmm. Swim or food. Food or swim. Decisions, decisions."