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Raph's shoulders droop as he stands outside the front door to the Tortise.
It's been nearly two weeks since he told Abigail that he'd be right back. Boy was he mistaken. What was supposed to be a simple return to Milliways for a Security shift became...well far more than that.
Originally he stayed at Milliways out of fear of not wanting to have to explain the magic of the bar to Abigail. Of course if asked he merely said that it was because he was sure he'd change back if only he stuck around for Mike's B Birthday. When that day came and went he started to grow...shall we say a bit concerned.
A bit quickly turned to a whole lot concerned the morning he woke up in Mike's spare bedroom to find that his brother attempting to wrap him head to toe in tinfoil, muttingering something about carbonite and the bounty Jabba had promised in exchange for his safe delivery. Things only got exponentially worse from there.
Raph cringes as he recollects just how bad "worse" actually was.
In the end it wasn't fear of Abigail that kept Raph away, but rather fear of what would happen to Mike if he didn't stay.
Thankfully Leo showed up.
"...never thought I'd be thinkin' that again, that's for damn sure," he mutters to himself, pushing the front door open.
It's been nearly two weeks since he told Abigail that he'd be right back. Boy was he mistaken. What was supposed to be a simple return to Milliways for a Security shift became...well far more than that.
Originally he stayed at Milliways out of fear of not wanting to have to explain the magic of the bar to Abigail. Of course if asked he merely said that it was because he was sure he'd change back if only he stuck around for Mike's B Birthday. When that day came and went he started to grow...shall we say a bit concerned.
A bit quickly turned to a whole lot concerned the morning he woke up in Mike's spare bedroom to find that his brother attempting to wrap him head to toe in tinfoil, muttingering something about carbonite and the bounty Jabba had promised in exchange for his safe delivery. Things only got exponentially worse from there.
Raph cringes as he recollects just how bad "worse" actually was.
In the end it wasn't fear of Abigail that kept Raph away, but rather fear of what would happen to Mike if he didn't stay.
Thankfully Leo showed up.
"...never thought I'd be thinkin' that again, that's for damn sure," he mutters to himself, pushing the front door open.
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It means she doesn't have to think about how she has clearly taken leave of her senses at least three times this evening. Or how when Raph is gone, back to his Milliways, she'll try not to think about what it's like and how deep down she wishes he'd ask her along, just once.
Things have changed, both inside and out, but this is constant. This, and the way her fool head'll spin at the looks he gives her (when he doesn't think her mad) and how, since they met, life is just that much more entertaining.
So Abigail smiles as she kisses him and makes sure neither of them thinks too much, and she'll still be smiling when she opens the door just after dawn and springs the silly bucket-over-the-door trap Thomas will have left.