[OOM: Upstate New York.]

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*Raph has been awake for hours. In truth, he hasn't been sleeping much since they set up the tent in the middle of the Upstate New York State Forest. He's always the last to go to bed, and the first one up in the morning. And when he sleeps? He sleeps. Nothing short of Armegeddon will wake him up.

Currently, he's seated high in a tree watching the day go by. Two apples are pinned to three through the center blade of his sai, and he's carving up a third with a throwing knife.

Down below there is a kettle of water being kept warm by a slow roasting campfire.*

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I don't know what to think. An' I don't know what to expect when we go back. I mean...crap.

*Raph thinks back to the days when he was small. Not young, small. He remembers her holding him. An no matter how frustrated he'd been then, he remembers her, and feeling safe.*

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Andrew nodded sympathetically. "Right. It's just kind of been thrown at you, out of the blue." He chewed at the inside of his cheek a moment. "Maybe it's a good thing, though. I mean, if it's been there, but you didn't know. Weird time for it to come up, but it makes sense, if you think about it from a psychological standpoint."

Andrew hesitated. "Maybe it's not as bad as you're making it out. These things usually seem bigger than they are, right? And the good news is that other than beating the shit out of you, she didn't freak out, right? I mean, she's still around and all... and kissing you." He coughed, trying to not smirk.

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Oh yeah, she seemed great after I had to pick her up off the ground and console her for hours.
Right as freakin' rain.

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"But she was there," Andrew pointed out. "That's no small thing, man."

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Yeah....i guess. It's just gonna be awkward, an' I hate awkward.

*He finishes the apple, wipes the blade of the knife on his pant leg, and then throws it into the tree trunk next to the sai.

Nah, it'll be fine. It's like you said, an' emotion thing.

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Andrew smiled almost blythely, but didn't say anything else.

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G'head. Write it on your calendar.
Raph says I'm right.

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"Oh, I plan on it," Andrew smirked. He coughed discreetly, and it might have sounded like youlikeher.

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Cute.
*Raph rolls to his feet and stands.*

Whether I do or don't, it don't matter. 'M spoken for.

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Andrew rolled his eyes right back, but didn't say what he was thinking. He was not going there, not on vacation.

He was, nevertheless, smug. Because that might as well have been a yes.

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*Raph stretches and walks back into the tent.
A few seconds later a green three fingered hand attached to an equally green forearm lands in Largeman's lap.

It's hollow, and made of foam latex, but Large might not pick up on that at first.*

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Andrew jumped a bit at the hand on his shoulder, but when he turned and saw it, and then the body it was attached to, he literally fell off of the log with a screech.

It wasn't that girly of a sound, really.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

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Well you do such a good job of walkin'round in my head, I thought maybe you'd get a kick outta walkin'round in my shoes too.

*Raph holds up a pair of knee high foam rubber boots. They are green and resemble the calves and feet of something green with two toes.*

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Andrew glared. "Oh, you're a fucking laugh riot, you know that? Really. You should do stand-up." He picked himself up off of the ground, brushing off his boxers.

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Specieist.

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"Oh, yeah, you caught me. Better call the ACLU," Andrew smirked. He paused, looking self-important all of a sudden.

"Besides, I know something you don't."

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Oh yeah? What's that?

*Says a Raph expertly spinning a sai while wearing the other green three fingered glove.*

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"It says 'balls' on your face," Andrew quipped as he sauntered past and back inside.

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*Raph holds up the pommel of the weapon, and looks at his reflection.*

Muthafucker.