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*He doesn't know what time it is. He only knows that they're still somewhere in California. That it's his shift to keep watch. And most importantly, she still hasn't woken up yet.

He's currently taking a break from toying with his sai, and picking at his newest scars to date, he sighs and looks about the room.

Yup.
It's still a crappy hotel room.*

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"It's always good to know that I'm that frightening to look at," April mumbled. She had worked herself a bit further down, and tugged the covers up so that only her eyes were peering out.

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*Raph sinks as well. Only, in his case it's off the bed and onto the floor where he quickly buries his hed in his hands.*

that ain't what i meant an' you know it.

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April eyed him as best she could from her place on the bed, as she wasn't really able to lean over to get a better view.

"I can't believe Donnie told. He acts innocent, but he's as bad as Mikey," April replied indignantly. The covers were pulled down enough that she could reach for the ice pack again and place it to her jaw once more.

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he didn't. leo did.

*This conversation couldn't get any more wierd if it tried. And the images now dancing across Raph's mind's eye don't help in the slightest.*

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The ice pack slid down again, but thankfully it landed atop the blankets this time. April's eyes could not have gotten any wider. It was just not physically possible.

"What?!" she hissed.

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bigbrotherin' backfired.

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April blinked several times in rapid succession. "Wh-what?" Oh, god. She didn't want to know, she really didn't, yet she was asking anyway.

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*He sighs, still in shock that this conversation was going on at all.*

leo found out, an' mike overheard him talkin' to don about it. then, mike tol' me.

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Well, who better to discuss being seen naked by everyone with than the guy who you used to have a purely platonic relationship with in a sisterly fashion but who you now had feelings for? Oh, right. Maybe not such a good idea. Too bad she'd not caught onto that fact yet. April was still mortified that apparently everyone had seen her naked.

"You guys are like a fucking sewing circle, you know that?" April grumbled. "I'm surprised there weren't pictures." If it had been Mike, there probably would have been. Or a detailed sketch from memory.

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*Raph doesn't say anything. In fact, the fact that he doesn't say anything speaks volumes.*

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April stared at the back of his head, and damn if she didn't wish she could see his face in spite of her considerable embarrassment.

"...Raphael."

Oh GOD. Please don't tell me there were pictures.

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yeah?

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"Say it."

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i ain't seen'em, but that don't mean i ain't heard 'bout them.....

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For a second, April was rather sorry the Foot hadn't killed her. She wanted to crawl under the blankets and never come back out again.

"Who took them?" she asked, her voice dangerously even.

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*There's a cough that sound suspiciously like Casey.*

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A strangled squeak lodged in April's throat.







"I-" She didn't know what to say. I want to die? I'm going to kill him? I feel betrayed by all of you? He can think again if he ever tries to get in my bed again? All of the above?

"Are you lying about not looking at them?" she demanded, her breath catching from the pain in her jaw.

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*Raph looks up at her, in disbelief.*

no. wouldn'a been right.

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Tears were shining in April's eyes. Oh, she felt even more terrible, were it possible. It was almost like finding out you'd been the butt of some inside joke amongst people you considered friends.

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aw april, 'm sorry. i...fuck. i shouldn't've said anythin'.....

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"Yes you should have," April sniffed, reaching for another tissue. "You should have said something before. I-I-" She heaved a heavy sigh that was part exasperation, part despair, her mouth settling into a pout.

I let that bastard fuck me. I trusted him. NEVER AGAIN.

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*He turns, so that one elbow rests on the side of the bed, and looks up at her.*

guess it wouldn't make you feel any better to know it was like, years ago, huh?

*Raph, ever the sympathetic ear.*

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"No," April pouted, turning her eyes up from the blanket to his. Abruptly and without warning, her heart turned over in her chest.

He was always there, no matter what. He meant so very much to her. He couldn't ever possibly know. It was the sort of emotion poets wrote about but still never managed to quite capture in words.

Almost timidly, she reached her hand out to him. Her knuckles were bruised, and she felt certain she must have at least one splinter in her palm, but she had to touch. Her fingertips caught against his chin and lingered there.

"You're amazing, you know that?" There was no pretense to the statement. It wasn't a line, and didn't demand a reciprocation. She just wanted him to know, even though it was likely to embarrass him.

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you're biased.

*He says before the blush forces him to break eyecontact.*

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"Look at me," April replied, but it was quiet, not demanding. The faintest of smiles quirked her mouth.

"I'm allowed to be biased. I know you, good and bad."