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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.

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There's a busy crowd today, what with the market in the village and the fine weather. The tavern is loud, sometimes painfully so, and overly hot.

A familiar blonde woman breezes past the door, arms laden down with food and ale, brow beaded with sweat and hair shoved messily into a braid.

"Well come on, then. Stop lettin' the flies in. Shut the door and find a seat. Perhaps the Goddess will take pity on you and free one up," she instructs with a voice gone hoarse from overuse. She continues on her way without giving the man a second look.