[HP AU]
"An' you're sure this is the right address?" Raph asks again, for what Mike thinks might be the millionth time.
"Yes, I'm sure Raph. For like the millionth times. I told you," the smaller boy says sighing. "I read the map. I followed Donnie's instructions to the letter. Just...be still, look tough, and try not talk so much. Your accent kind of a dead give away that we're tourists, okay?"
"Bite me, Mikey."
"You'd probably like that too much," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows as he presses the doorbell of the Montoya's East London home.
"Yes, I'm sure Raph. For like the millionth times. I told you," the smaller boy says sighing. "I read the map. I followed Donnie's instructions to the letter. Just...be still, look tough, and try not talk so much. Your accent kind of a dead give away that we're tourists, okay?"
"Bite me, Mikey."
"You'd probably like that too much," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows as he presses the doorbell of the Montoya's East London home.
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Raph downs the rest of his water. "I'm coming with you. Need to borrow your phone. Donnie," he holds his hand out for the gadget he knows he brother has somewhere on his person.
Don's shoulders rise and fall with his sigh, as he reaches into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, and hands over a small bit of tech.
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By the time Raph catches up with her, she's standing with the phone to her ear, quietly listening to a loud stream of Spanish coming out from the speaker.
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Raph begins to wonder where that girl got off to...
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"I'll be back soon, Mum. I love you."
When she hangs up, she offers the phone directly to him. "What are you going to do?"
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"Gonna make a collect call," he says taking the phone and attaching the device to it with a snap. There's a pause before he starts dialing due to the fact that he has no idea how to dial out of the UK.
"How the fuck do I dial international again?"
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She can't help it, even if it's someone like Raph, there's a twitch every time she sees a wizard play with a muggle artifact.
Touching the Don device just for the look of it, she keys in the + sign.
"America, right? Here." After adding the 1, she hands the phone back.
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"Yeah, New York. 718-555-1228."
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There's waiting while the call connects, and then rings.
"Yo, Case-man. What's goin' on, man?"
"'Course it's Raph, who the fuck else did you think it was gonna be from this number?"
"Yeah, whatever, chowderbrain. Look, I'm callin' in that favor. we're coming back. Like soon. Like tonight soon. Yeah, all of us....plus one," he says looking up at Renee.
"We're gonna need a pick-up an' crash space."
"Whatever, just so long as it ain't infested. ... Oh shut the fuck up, asshole."
"No, we ain't comin' in by no damn airport. How many times I gotta tell you that ain't how this all works. Jus'...just shut up. We'll call when we're in. Later."
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"That better not have eaten any of my credit."
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He hands her the phone back.
"I wouldn't worry about your credits none. Donnie says this thing's untraceable."
Raph would give Renee more info than that, but...that's about the limit of his understanding.
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"You think yours will be moving soon?"
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"Probably, though...it really depends on how much more Passive Aggression Donnie's got kickin' around the hopper. That'll slow us down."
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"How'd you know this Casey?"
Conversation, more than anything else.
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"If it weren't for Casey we never would've made it out of The City alive."
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"Eh, it if ain't broke, don't fix it, right?"
Then, for seemingly no reason what so ever, Raph gives her a slight shoulder check. It's of the You okay? variety.
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"Who said you weren't broken?"
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Good. Hugging things out is more Mike's deal.
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Is he saying no one matters?
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Raph throws an arm around her shoulder, which is not the same thing as a hug, and begins to walk back towards the shop.
"C'mon, if we don't keep that lot in line we ain't gonna get nothin' done."
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Renee shakes her head, grabbing his hand and holding it on her shoulder.
"Not like we're in a hurry or anything."
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"I'd think New York was father than London, though?"
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