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[mnt_raph]

*Raph hadn't felt like leaving the tent today. The weather is getting colder, and the days are getting shorter. In years past that would make him smile. More dark means more time outside. Now, not so much.

Instead of heading to the bar for dinner, Raph has decided to attempt Spagetti-os. The begin to burn almost immediately after leaving the can.*

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[mnt_raph]

Think maybe he'll think twice before tryin' to use you now?

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

The corner of her mouth might have quirked up just a fraction. "Maybe. Or maybe he's done thinking about me at all." To have to choose, between her and drugs? April wasn't so sure she would come out the victor in that fight, and it sent a fresh wave of melancholy over her.

"It's not fair," she mumbled, averting her eyes. "He made me choose, but he won't do the same." Of course, she'd not really chosen, had she? She was standing in the middle of Raph's tent on the roof, after all, thinking that his arms looked very inviting again, even if it wasn't quite in same way. Somehow, she managed to justify it to herself.

[mnt_raph]

Oh come on now, you don't know that. Don't jump offa bridges you ain't come to yet.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April sighed, giving her cheeks a final wipe of her palm before she pushed her hair from her face. "You want to know why we fought? Because when I tell you, you might think differently about that," she replied dispassionately.

[mnt_raph]

G'head, hit me.

*Leaning up against the counter.*

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"We fought because-" She paused, taking a deep breath. She hated admitting it, even though it was public knowledge in any of the books. "Because I asked him to stop doing drugs and he won't agree."

[mnt_raph]

Holmes is a pothead?

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

To her credit, April successfully resisted rolling her eyes, although she did make a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. "No. If he was tokin' up, I might be a little more understanding about it. He does cocaine and, um, morphine, actually."

[mnt_raph]

Huh...right, well I guess that makes sense then. I mean, control freak like him'd have to do stuff like that...right?
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Don't tell Mike, it'd only give'im ideas....

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April gaped open-mouthed at him for a full minute, too insensed to speak. "Wh-what?! What?! It doesn't make ANY sense! It's insane!" She was motioning wildly with her hands to better illustrate her point. "If I stopped right now and started cookin' up some heroin, would that make sense to you?" She threw up her hands and rolled her eyes heavenward, as if she might find some answers there. "Christ, I need a joint right about now."

[mnt_raph]

Would you calm the heck down, that ain't what I'm sayin' at all. Control freaks, they don't like shit like pot, do they? They don't want to be out of control...just lucid. Right? That's what I'm sayin'. Sheesh.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"He shouldn't be doing it at all," April replied indignantly, jerking her chin at him with a faint pout. "It's upsetting. I keep getting these flashes of health class lectures and after-school specials."