[OOM: The Roof.]

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*If one were to follow the path of blood that goes up and over the outside wall of Milliways one might just find themselves with in earshot of the moody grunge rock that blares from within the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. And for good reason, the sole inhabitant of said tent is feeling less than stellar at the moment. Actually, less than stellar is a rather large understatement. Raph feels like ass reheated in a non-microwavable container on high for fifteen minutes. That's sort of what happens after you go three rounds with a Slayer.

While it's entirely possible that that he's suffered worse injuries in the past, he's never looked worse. There's something about green skin that just hides bruises better than the pink he's currently sporting.

Currently the entire right side of his face is swollen and purple. He has a staggered line of black stitching running from his elbow to his wrist of his left arm. There is a square of gauze taped to his right thigh which is clearly visible below the cut off sweat shorts he's forced to wear due to his...um...other injuries.

Sleeping hasn't been much of an option. And eating is right out as well. Thankfully, Raph has a well stocked fridge when it comes to beverages.*

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*The cackle is there, even if it is muffled by wear and tear.*

hah. sure i gotta toe 'round here somewhere.

*In truth, his right arm is pretty unscathed, which is why it reaches out for her, brushing the curve of her hip.*

[locks_it_up]

Her hand- so small, those hands- brushes against his, fingertips tracing over knuckles.

She doesn't know what to say.

The first tear falls.

There might be a sniffle.

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*No. Nononono. Not that. Anything but that. Not again.
He turns and looks up at her just as a deconstructive frequency begins to vibrate the air around them. Something is off, but he doesn't seem to hear it.
In fact, he doesn't seem to notice much that isn't her. Both arms, good and bad, reach out for her.*

[locks_it_up]

"Oh, don't move, you silly turtle."

She kneels next to him, and very, very carefully, touches the left side of his face.

"Shh, shh, shh.... It's okay. It's okay."

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is now.

*He says leaning into her touch much like a cat would.*

[locks_it_up]

"My baby..."

He is so precious to her. His warm skin beneath her fingertips. Even now. Even like this.

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*Safe.
Secure.
Oblivion.

The vibrations stop as suddenly as they had begun.
The room settles.*

please don't cry.
your brother'll kill me.

[locks_it_up]

"Can't help it. Don't like seeing you hurt."

And knowing that she should have been here for him.

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don't like bein' hurt, but shit happens.

[locks_it_up]

"So I see."

Thumb so, so, so light over his cheekbone. Like she's afraid of breaking him with even the slightest bit of pressure.

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*He hisses at her touch. Cold and slightly numbing over overly tender flesh.

There might, if she looks close enough, be a pattern in the bruise. Something that one might see, say, on the sole of a boot.*

i been worse.

*Reassurance can come from the strangest of places.*

[locks_it_up]

"I know."

Doesn't make it any easier.

Her thumb moves, barely touching the fine hair on his cheekbone. She can feel the warmth coming off of his skin.

It's rather tantalizing.

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almost made you work...an' i'm sorry.

[locks_it_up]

"Don't be. Wouldn't have liked to have come and gotten your dumb ass, but... don't be."

Her other hand reaches for his mostly unhurt one. She kisses each kunckle in gentle sucession.

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can't seem to be anythin' else.

[locks_it_up]

"You can be sweet, too. Dumb and sweet. That's my boy."

Truly, she loves him.

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gee. feel better already.

*Smiling hurts, but he doesn't care.*