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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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[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."