Raph heaves the bar back up onto its pins with more force than is strictly necessary. Heck, it's probably more force than is good for his arms, but the effect is worth any strain he'll feel in the morning. With a grace that doesn't entirely jive with his overall build, Raph sits himself up and retrieves a throwing knife from the pack on the floor near his towel.
As she gets to one, he tosses a knife towards the boombox, hitting the stop button with the flat end of a blade.
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Date: 2010-01-05 04:41 am (UTC)As she gets to one, he tosses a knife towards the boombox, hitting the stop button with the flat end of a blade.
"Happy?"