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Jul. 9th, 2005 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*It was a shitty shitty day. And even though yesterday ended hours ago, the fact that Raphael hadn't slept yet just meant that he was still living it. For as we all know, it's not morning until after you sleep. He doesn't want to, but he runs the day again.
Goodbyes. Punches. Talks. Bombs. Barstools.
Too long a day by far, only to be made longer by that look on his brother's face.
Raph had left home to avoid that look.
He'd decided to never go back in order to never see that look again.
That look cuts him in ways that only Endless tears can surpass.
The look, and then Michaelangelo disappeared.
His brother is much better at it than he is. He always has been. Mike is just much better at everything than he is. It's not like Leo though. It never was. Mike didn't try to be better, he just was. He wasn't striving for superiority, he already had it.
Raph wasn't just blowing smoke when he described his brother as The best of us all, he meant it.
So seeing him like that, on the verge like that, was too much.
Raph takes off the protective gloves. The silver rune work in the soft leather flashes in the bright light of the gym. The anger is out of him, for now. Which is good, because his target is a little worse for wear. Looks like it's not a good day to be an ex-turtle or a cinder block, really.
After shaking the concrete dust from the gloves, he returns them to his pocket. He's been trying to make it a point to carry them with him at all times. Not just because they're useful as hell, but because She gave them to him. He grabs his towel and hits the lights, closing the door to the gym behind him as he goes.
No one sees him as he walks through the bar and up the stairs to room 134.
Raph doesn't knock.
Goodbyes. Punches. Talks. Bombs. Barstools.
Too long a day by far, only to be made longer by that look on his brother's face.
Raph had left home to avoid that look.
He'd decided to never go back in order to never see that look again.
That look cuts him in ways that only Endless tears can surpass.
The look, and then Michaelangelo disappeared.
His brother is much better at it than he is. He always has been. Mike is just much better at everything than he is. It's not like Leo though. It never was. Mike didn't try to be better, he just was. He wasn't striving for superiority, he already had it.
Raph wasn't just blowing smoke when he described his brother as The best of us all, he meant it.
So seeing him like that, on the verge like that, was too much.
Raph takes off the protective gloves. The silver rune work in the soft leather flashes in the bright light of the gym. The anger is out of him, for now. Which is good, because his target is a little worse for wear. Looks like it's not a good day to be an ex-turtle or a cinder block, really.
After shaking the concrete dust from the gloves, he returns them to his pocket. He's been trying to make it a point to carry them with him at all times. Not just because they're useful as hell, but because She gave them to him. He grabs his towel and hits the lights, closing the door to the gym behind him as he goes.
No one sees him as he walks through the bar and up the stairs to room 134.
Raph doesn't knock.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:24 am (UTC)She had a job that needed doin', and she'd doin' it. Take comfort in that.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:28 am (UTC)"It gives you strength. She's a real sweetheart."
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:42 am (UTC)Actually, that's kinda why I'm here. I uh...wanted to leave this for him.
*Raph reaches into one of the pockets of his cargo pants and retrieves a palmsized crystal. Indy would recognize this as Dream's Christmas Present.*
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:47 am (UTC)Indy gazes at it. He could have used his a week ago, but he'd completely forgotten about it. "Sure you won't miss it?"
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:49 am (UTC)I'll live.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:54 am (UTC)He nods. "It'll definitely help. I guess... leave it on his pillow or something."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:04 pm (UTC)Just what I was thinkin'. Great minds an' all that. I'll just uh. I'll just do that then.
*It's a quick pivot when Raph turns towards Mike's room. One that appears to be an escape from a conversation about emotions and their sharing. When really it's Raph's way of steeling his resolve enough to be able to let go of the one that that's really kept him stable in the long periods of Her absence.
Crossing the threshold to Mike's room causes him to shiver just slightly.
No turning back. As per usual, the room is a pit, and Raph has to make his way over various piles of Organized Chaos to make it to the bed. He holds the crystal out, for a final look. Then he squeezes it in his hand.
Her. He sees her. She's smiling. She's happy to see him.
And for a moment, it's alright. Everything is good.
Then the nagging fact that it's not real sinks in.
Raph sighs, and without a further glance at the crystal, he leaves it on the pillow and exits.*
I was thinkin' of leavin' instructions, but really...I'm sure he'll figure it out. He ain't a complete idiot.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:11 pm (UTC)"It's gonna be tough, even with the good memories. She's... all around." Her dietary favorites in the refrigerator, photos everywhere, a sudden unmanageable amount of syrup. Looks like there's going to be some more wholesale dealings going down. "But I don't think he's gonna want to purge." He doesn't seem like the type to want to forget.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:16 pm (UTC)Nah, he uh...he just needs time. That's all.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:23 pm (UTC)"Wednesdays are gonna suck for a while as well," he says sourly as the secondary use occurs to him.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:37 pm (UTC)*Raph looks at the syrup.*
That's a crap load of waffles right there.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:40 pm (UTC)"What can I say? Mike likes to cook breakfast, and entertain."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:42 pm (UTC)*He snaps his fingers as if trying to look for the right word.*
Copin' mechanism.
*Raph raises an eyebrow.*
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:44 pm (UTC)"She was always part of it."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:45 pm (UTC)Makes sense. So what're you thinkin'? Like a road trip?
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:46 pm (UTC)Indy rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea though. Shit, you're full of 'em today."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:49 pm (UTC)*Smirk*
Well, he'd still need a kitchen. SO... we'd need to take him somewhere that's already got one...
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:52 pm (UTC)hmmmm.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:53 pm (UTC)"Hmmm..."