[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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"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.*