[OOM: The roof. A tent that dreams of being a studio apartment.]

[mnt_raph]

*Raph stands in the bathroom, arms braced on the sink. He looks up into the mirror and examines the damage done by April the night before, which has nothing to do with the fat lip he's now sporting. Or maybe it has everything to do with it. Who knows?

Either way, he didn't make it down to run this morning, opting to stay on his couch until he'd heard April leave for breakfast.

Now he stands in his bathroom trying to get the rogue thoughts in his head to jump back into line. His head hurts, his lip hurts, and his heart is in agony.

Just another day in the life.
His shoulders slump, and his head drops forward.
There's no where else for him to go.*

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[in-it.livejournal.com]

"Raph?"

Andrew called from the front door, peering inside cautiously.

"You in here, man?"

[mnt_raph]

No.

*Comes the call from the bathroom. The door is open and Raph is standing in front of his mirror in his boxers which are covered in tiny turtles.

If Andrew ever wondered what he would look like after having spent too much time under the wrong end of a sewing machine, he need only look at Raph.

He's covered in scars.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"You look like shit," Andrew observed, stepping up behind him. He was trying to keep his tone light, but as always, his face was giving away his underlying concern.

"What happened?"

[mnt_raph]

I fell.

*Short. Simple. Clearly a baldfaced lie.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure," Andrew replied, the corners of his mouth turning down a bit. "I ran without you this morning," he added, leaning against the wall. "Just wanted to make sure everything was cool."

[mnt_raph]

Like a cucumber.

*His head drops again, and he spits into the sink. There's a flash of red. Raph, you should know things don't heal if you continue to poke at them.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"You gonna tell me now or later?" Andrew asked nonchalantly, brows arched.

[mnt_raph]

april knows.

*Really, what more is there to say.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew stared back at Raph in the mirror, stunned.

"What did she do?" he asked quietly, and his eyes flicked down to the other man's split lip.

[mnt_raph]

she hit me here.

*He gestures towards his face.*

an' then the wall hit me here.

*He rubs the back of his head.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew stepped forward and slipped up to sit on the edge of the counter, getting a closer look at Raph's face.

"You weren't shitting when you said she'd kick my ass," he replied. He hesitated, and then asked, "Did she leave?"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph shrugs*

We trained her well.


*He stands up and rubs at his eyes. Someone didn't get a lot of sleep last night.*

Dunno. I heard her go down couple of hours ago. Could be breakfast. Could have gone home.
No idea.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew chewed at the inside of his cheek. "You want me to go see if she's down there?"

He was trying to be helpful, but wasn't sure how to go about it.

[leplusbeau]

*Long before any Andrew sightings, there is a Fleur leaning against the bathroom door frame.*

Ah, so there you are.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph jumps. He wasn't expecting a Veela in his bathroom. He hasn't yet realized he's only wearing boxers. That ought to be fun, huh?*

Gah! Fleur!

*His bottom lip is rather swollen. Someone hit him pretty hard.*

[leplusbeau]

Hmmmm.

Come eat. I brought breakfast.

*She snaps the elastic on his boxers and sways back into the kitchen.*

[mnt_raph]

*Oh yeah, now he knows. Full body blush in full effect. Quickly he wraps a towel around his waist, and exits the bathroom.*

You brought me food?

[leplusbeau]

So surprised. *She giggles* And so body shy. Really. *She makes tutting noises even as she slides a carryout container to him across the table.*

What you like. Because I am a nice not girlfriend. Have fun with that tree?

[mnt_raph]

Tree? Oh. Right. Tree. Yeah, well, it picked a fight with the wrong guy.

*Raph raises an eyebrow as he carefully opens the take out container.

Eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes. Raph doesn't question how all of that fit into one container. He knows better by this point.

On the breakfast bar there are two bloody handprints....about Raph's size.*

Here, lemme get like, plates or somethin'.

[leplusbeau]

*She steals a bit of bacon.*

Thiz iz part where I pretend to believe that and make insane commentz of distraction, oui?

*She smiles at him.*

[mnt_raph]

Yeah, that sounds 'bout right.

*Raph comes back with plates, silverware, and a couple of cups.*

[leplusbeau]

Oh, good. The world keepz on spinning in itz proper place.

I met a thing that layed it'z own eggs and feed them to people. Nevah eat green eggz and ham.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph blinks*

Okay....that's just wrong. Who'd want to eat green eggs?

[leplusbeau]

An alien? I thought it waz some American thing. You like to colour your food, non?

*She steals another bit of bacon.*

[mnt_raph]

*He raises an eyebrow at her.*

Uh, not any America I know of. This ain't from him, is it? I mean, I just want to be sure. I know it's not green or nothin'.