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[mnt_raph]

*Raph sits on his newly expanded and re-comfortized bed. Seems someone was amused by the prank and decided to ease up a bit. Or maybe, they're just comforting him before battle. Who knows? Anyway, the bed is covered in lists and drawings of pranks to come, but Raph isn't paying any attention to them at all. Instead he's holding a pristine edition of the Death: The High Cost of Living graphic novel.

He hasn't cracked the spine yet...it feels too much like cheating somehow.*

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[locks_it_up]

There's a knock at the door.

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*He stashes the book under some random papers, and slowly creeps towards the door. What he wants to do is open it while hiding on the ceiling...but that's against the rules. Stupid rules.

Instead, he stands to the right of the door. He's very pleasently surprised to not be covered in rotting fish*

HEY!

*he smiles*

[locks_it_up]

She grins back, leaning on the doorjam.

"Hey, baby. How're you holding up?"

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*Tough guys don't react to pet names. They most certainly do not like, smile in a goofy manner. Nor do they lean forward and smooch their girlies on the cheek like some 7th grader after a school dance*

Day keeps gettin' better.

[locks_it_up]

And anthropomorphic personifications really don't go all limp against whatever they're leaning against at the time because they got kissed on the cheek.

"Glad to hear it. Can I come in?"

Usually, she doesn't ask permission. She likes doing it. It's... different.

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Wouldn't have it anyother way.

*He steps aside and makes way for the lady to come through.*

Is the eulogy thing still goin' on out there?

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"Last I checked, yeah."

She breezes past him and flops down on an empty space on the bed.

"Talked to Bernard. Someone told him that I bite..."

She's playing with a bit of her hair innocently enough, but she's looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

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*smirk*
but you do.

[locks_it_up]

She blinks.

"...Do I?"

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*He walks up behind her and puts his chin on her shoulder.*

No wait...that's me.

[locks_it_up]

She sighs, long and soft and contented, and leans her head against his, one hand coming up to play in purple hair.

And then she sees the corner of the book sticking out underneath some of the elaborate prank-plans.

She fishes it out and raises an eyebrow at the cover, one hand still massaging his scalp absently. "Hmm. What's this?"

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*His eyes have closed from the attention, only opening when she asks him the question. Well, at first they're open...then they're open so wide his eyes could just fall out of his skull at any minute.*

Uh...I ...I can explain.

[locks_it_up]

She tilts her head to look at him, a half-smile on her lips.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad. Just curious. Silly."

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*He buries his face in the nape of her neck*

yeah...me too. can't read it though.

[locks_it_up]

Her hand is still in his hair, gentle and strong and comforting.

"Why not?"

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*he sounds far away...could be that he's distracted*

seemed like cheatin'.

[locks_it_up]

"Not cheating if I'm here."

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okay...point.
storytime?

[locks_it_up]

She smiles, pushes some of the papers out of the way, and pats the bed next to her.

"If you like."

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*Reluctantly, he follows. Sometimes you're just better off not knowing, and Raph feels that this is one of those times.*

You seen this?

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"Not yet."

She opens the book...

...and stiffens just a little. Someone else might not notice it, but he's not someone else.

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*he knows the look and the expression, it's the same one he had the day he saw it on the shelf in the store. Unsure of what to do, he gently gives her a reassuring shoulder check...it's more of a bump really.*

[locks_it_up]

She cuts her eyes sideways to grin a little at him. It's lopsided, yes, but it's a little weak.

She leans against him and starts in on the story, starting with Mad Hettie under the bride in London...

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*He leans back, sweeps the rest of the stuff off the bed, and then curls around her slightly so that he's reading over her shoulder. Is it more for his comfort? Or for hers? The world may never know.*

[locks_it_up]

And then it's Sexton. And Billy. And the garbage dump, and helping Sexton out from underneath the refrigerator.

...Death remembers breathing.

She leans a little bit closer to Raph.