[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.*

Comments

[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'.

[leplusbeau]

Oh, non! He um blew up!

[mnt_raph]

He ... blew up?

[leplusbeau]

Uh huh.

*Mmmmm, bacon. Oink oink.*

[mnt_raph]

*If he wasn't suspicious before, he is now.*

Just like...spontaneous-like?

[leplusbeau]

Oui?

Can I have a pancake?

[mnt_raph]

Sure, help yourself.

...

Fleur? Why'd you blow the guy up?

[leplusbeau]

Why do you have a fat lip?

*Mmmm, bacon and pancake.*

[mnt_raph]

Uh...tree. Was fightin' the tree again.

*Mmm. Bacon.*

[leplusbeau]

Exactly. That was fun!

Want me to fix anything? Ca va?

[mnt_raph]

Nah, swelling will go down eventually. Kinda deserved this one anyway.

[leplusbeau]

*She lightly touches his hand.*

I worry about you when you say thingz like that, cheri.

[mnt_raph]

An' here I thought people were supposed to worry when someone didn't take the blame for somethin'.

*It should say something that he doesn't flinch back at her touch.*

[leplusbeau]

*She begins to play with his knuckles.*

Iz one thing to take blame. Iz another to wallow in pain. Unless you like that sort of thing and I forgot. I don't think I forgot. Did I forget?

[mnt_raph]

Sometimes I wonder what I forgot.

*He gives her hand a squeeze. the skin of his knuckles is rough and healing, while his palms are freshly cut and just now sealing over.*

[leplusbeau]

Oh, Raph. The thingz you do to your handz.

*she sighs, resting her chin in her palm*

What am I going to do with you?

[mnt_raph]

Could shoot me. That might help.

[leplusbeau]

Then you will juste be a dead man that bruisez hiz knucklez on wallz. I juste know it.

*She gives him a lopsided smile.*

[mnt_raph]

*He closes his eyes and shakes his head.*

yeah,I would...wouldn't I?

[leplusbeau]

Oui. Juste to drive me crazy, I am sure.

*She gives his hand a squeeze of her own.*




....When did we become sappy old people?

[mnt_raph]

I got no idea. Feel like we should learn like...penuckle or somethin'.