[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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[mnt_raph]

Hey, you're the one who brought it up!