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Jun. 22nd, 2005 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*Long.
That's the only way to describe the last few days.
Okay, maybe tiring would work too, but for the moment, Raph is sort of stuck in monosyllable land. His stomach is still not one hundred percent, but it's improving. Of course, he left that bit out when making his escape from the tearful reunion down stairs.
Home.
Bed.
Sleep.
That's all he wants.
And if he manages to get himself out of the vomit coverd clothing he happens to be sporting, all the better.*
That's the only way to describe the last few days.
Okay, maybe tiring would work too, but for the moment, Raph is sort of stuck in monosyllable land. His stomach is still not one hundred percent, but it's improving. Of course, he left that bit out when making his escape from the tearful reunion down stairs.
Home.
Bed.
Sleep.
That's all he wants.
And if he manages to get himself out of the vomit coverd clothing he happens to be sporting, all the better.*
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Date: 2005-06-21 11:27 pm (UTC)*Raph stumbles to his feet, clambers his way to his bed, and collapses.
He lays there, lights still on, for some time before fishing a throwing knife out of his pocket, and tossing it towards the light switch.*