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

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*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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Andrew blinked. "Well, yeah." He shrugged. "Sometimes it helps to get away for a couple of days. You stock up the fridge, we hop on the train upstate to one of the parks or something, and just commune with nature or some shit.

"Better than staying here and going crazy."

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*The first place Raph that comes to mind is Casey's farm house in North Hampton, Mass.

They were happy there....weren't they? Well, until Raph had to go and ruin it by demanding they go back to the city to face the Shredder.*

april.

*he sighs*

She...she'd go ballistic if I just took off again. FUCK!

*He flops back on the bed, and punches the mattress.*

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Andrew often forgot that Raph hadn't been raised by a woman. That he didn't have any real mother-figure, and that, well... the guy was apparently kind of socially dense.

Andrew, while being neurotic, was rather socially adept. He understood people, and was good at compromise.

This was invaluable to both of them, really.

"You can't just tell her when you'll be back?" he asked, mildly confused. "Or take her along or something? Unless it's her you're trying to get away from, in which case a note would be the better option."

He paused, and then added, "But she'd have to pay for her own train fare. I don't think I have enough for more than two."

It had probably escaped Raph's notice, but Andrew wasn't thinking twice about spending his last twenty dollars in the universe on getting him out for a reprieve. To Andrew, it was just the thing to do.

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*Raph goes silent.*

Would that really work?

*Leave a note? What sorcery is this of which you speak?*

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"Uh, yeah? It's a pretty normal thing." Andrew arched a brow at Raph. "It's called being polite."

Oh, he was a riot, wasn't he?

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Oh yeah, you're cute. Real cute.
Ain't usually good to leave notes layin'round. Never know who could find them and then target your new position.

*I mean, come on DUH Largeman.*

I ain't really been upstate much. We went to the drive in once. Saw Alien. Good flick.

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And then, Andrew grinned. It had been the first honest grin he'd had in probably a week.

"I am rather cute, you're right. But I think you're biased."

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*Raph's response is to hit Large in the face with a pillow.
Funny enough, this brought on Raph's first honest grin in a while as well. Sadly, it resplit his lip.

So worth it.*