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Raphael ([personal profile] mnt_raph) wrote2007-10-31 04:00 pm
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Raph is seated on the living room floor, his back resting against the arm of the couch. Strewn about on the floor before him is a wide arch magazines. Some are about motorcycles, others about martial arts weapons, but mostly they're fitness magazines.

In the background the dulcet tones of Shaolin Soccer can be heard.
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evil_koala_626: spiffy_themes (Hmm)

[personal profile] evil_koala_626 2007-10-31 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Snufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle. Stitch emerges from room 132, nose to the ground. ears fanned to detect any suspicious sounds. Where are you, Bar? The trail leads to... another closed door.

"Grrrrr." Fine, the scent trail wants to go in there? they'll go in there. It's hardly begun and this is already getting annoying. Stitch knocks. And quickly scales the doorframe to the ceiling. No point in wasting time on introductions. Can't let the trail get too cold.
evil_koala_626: spiffy_themes (Hmm)

[personal profile] evil_koala_626 2007-10-31 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The door opens. No one enters. Not from floor level anyway. If one were expecting such things, they may spot the small blue creature crawling around on the ceiling. Or perhaps they'd notice the very audible noise of something scenting the air. Stitch hoovers in scent molecules, eyes narrowed slightly as he takes stock of the place.

Coffee. Leather, furniture, carpet, turtle, waffles, elephant...? He blinks. And shrugs. Snufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.
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