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*The rain has let up enough for Raph to do some additional tinkering on his bike out back. Sure, he could easily be doing this inside, but since his tent fried forcing him to move back into the bar proper, he take any opportunity to be outside that he can.
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 02:45 am (UTC)It's actually sort of fun, the climbing. Particularly since she doesn't have to do any of the work.
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Date: 2006-06-15 02:48 am (UTC)*Two thirds climbed, one third to go.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-15 02:52 am (UTC)*There isn't a stifled laugh there. Not at all. And Raph's ears and neck do not begin to turn a blush red. Nope. It's just her imagination.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:00 am (UTC)*Raph backs down the wall a hand hold, pulling his knees closer to his center of gravity. His back shifts as he finds the right balance with the added weight...then he jumps. The last ten feet or so of wall is quickly bipassed, as well as the raised edge of the roof.
Raph lands in a crouch, with one hand palm down on the ground.*
Uh....'bout a week ago. Yeah, no exactly a week ago.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:04 am (UTC)Half talking to herself, the witch walks around the perimeter of the tent, her wand out. She mutters a few spells, attempting to suss out the problem. Then she ducks into the tent.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:13 am (UTC)All except one area over on the couch. While the rest of the tent is covered in a fine layer of pollen and dust, this one section of couch remains spotless. It's not something one would right away notice with the naked eye...but she is scanning with a wand.
Something was here. Something left a shadow in the wake of the explosion.*
Wish I could tell ya', but I ain't got no freakin' clue.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-15 03:20 am (UTC)The couch? Oh, that's just where I listen to the game.
*Every man has a spot on the couch, this is Raph's.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:26 am (UTC)Finally, she straightens up. "Well, mate," Tonks sighs, "Dunno what to tell you. Think this model's pretty well bollocksed. We'd have to start from scratch with all the spells. Reckon we'd be better off getting you a new one."
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:37 am (UTC)Thanks for lookin' though.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-15 03:42 am (UTC)*And on sale even.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:45 am (UTC)He'll get a tent. And he'll probably grumble about how nice it is. She doesn't care.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:55 am (UTC)You want me to come with?
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:57 am (UTC)She smiles, then sighs, and glances at her watch.
"I oughta get back. Bernard'll be getting dinner on the table soon."
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Date: 2006-06-15 04:00 am (UTC)*He's totally only offering to get out of the bar, and not because he thinks that Tonks could use a little extra protection every once and a while. Certainly not. She's an Auror, for crying out loud.*
'Suppose that means you're gonna be wantin' to get down, huh? Come on, we'll take the whole thing in a jump.
*Raph sounds just a little too excited about death defying leaps off buildings.*
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Date: 2006-06-15 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-15 04:06 am (UTC)Of course, he doesn't stick the landing nearly as well as he should have, and instead of one-handed crouch, it's a two-handed one with a threat of tipping over...but you wouldn't know it from Raph. He's too busy cackling.*
First floor: Lobby.
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Date: 2006-06-15 04:09 am (UTC)Yeah, she's a little worried about the current state of Bernard-Raph relations. So sue her.
"Anyway. See you later, mate."
The witch gives him a little wave, and turns for home.
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Date: 2006-06-15 04:10 am (UTC)*He sighs, brushes his hands off on his pants, and returns to the work on his bike.*