[OOM: The Roof]

[mnt_raph]

*The world is ending. And honestly, the way Raph is feeling right now, he doesn't care. If it could end just a little bit quieter though, he'd be a much happier ex-turtle.

Even the little light that bleeds through the shades is too much, so Raph attempts to bury himself under a pillow.

Hangovers, ain't they a bitch*

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[mnt_raph]

*Oh crap. He didn't think of that for some reason. Damn it damnit DAMN IT!

Raph flops back onto his bed, covering his face with the pillow for the third time this morning alone.

Like clockwork, after ten minutes the glass disappears.

[mnt_donnie]

Donnie's wide-eyed at the spot where the glass had been.

"That's amazing! Okay, now this time I'm going to repeat your methodology with a controlled variable in the form of a clean glass and see if there's a time differential in the dematerialization of the clean glass versus the dirty glass."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph, still under his pillow, begins to punch the other side of his bed.*

[mnt_donnie]

Donnie pauses halfway to the kitchen.

"Ah, right. Maybe I could do this another day, when you're feeling better."

There is a last wistful glance at the glasses cupboard before he turns back to the bed.

"Is there anything else you could use while I'm here?"

[mnt_raph]

*The pillow rises and then falls with the motion of a sigh, before a mumbled...*

can you get me a beer?

*works its way through the feathers.*

[mnt_donnie]

"But I already explained how that won't help," Donnie replies, somewhat confused.

"I'll just get you some more water instead."

It takes some internal struggle to stop himself from bringing two glasses back to Raph and setting up his experiment, but he resists nobly.

"There you go."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph emerges from under the pillow, and takes the glass of water. It's not the same as beer, but if he concentrates he can pretend it's shitty beer. Somehow that makes him feel better.*

Thanks, man.

*For the water. For the company. And most importantly, for taking the hint.*