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*On the roof in, what appears from the outside to be, a one man tent.
Raph is sitting on the sofa under a light picking pieces of shattered shot glass out of his right leg, he's already cleaned and bandaged his right hand. Raph loses more bedding this way. He knows sooner or later he's going to have to go back down stairs. He can't stay up here forever. Even turtles need to eat at least once a week.
Maybe he could go looking for Fleur to help with the healing.
They just won't understand.
What's the point of dangling something before you when you know you'll never have it.
Mike was the lovesick one. Always falling for one person or another. But Raph, never had time for it.
It wasn't his thing.
Besides, all he'd ever seen were people, and in truth, it was kinda hard to tell them apart at times.
The only others like him he had were his brothers, and the only thing more disgusting than people was the idea of his brothers.
Of course, thinking of his brothers makes his stomach turn for more sinister reasons.
He'd at least need to go down for some water.
That's it, water and a favor to Fleur. Just to fix his hand.
Raph moves silently across the roof top. He climbs through the hole in the roof left by the most recent arrival of the Angel Michael. Finding a suitable position on the support beams of the ceiling, he sits and waits for the familar face of Fleur to appear.
[ooc: I have to admit, that this icon is by far one of the most disturbing things I've ever created. It should come as no surprise that this is actually my favorite rendition of Raph. I think it's the most life like. Just imagine though, something looking like that being 5 feet tall and talking to you.
...
Okay, maybe it is just me.]
Raph is sitting on the sofa under a light picking pieces of shattered shot glass out of his right leg, he's already cleaned and bandaged his right hand. Raph loses more bedding this way. He knows sooner or later he's going to have to go back down stairs. He can't stay up here forever. Even turtles need to eat at least once a week.
Maybe he could go looking for Fleur to help with the healing.
They just won't understand.
What's the point of dangling something before you when you know you'll never have it.
Mike was the lovesick one. Always falling for one person or another. But Raph, never had time for it.
It wasn't his thing.
Besides, all he'd ever seen were people, and in truth, it was kinda hard to tell them apart at times.
The only others like him he had were his brothers, and the only thing more disgusting than people was the idea of his brothers.
Of course, thinking of his brothers makes his stomach turn for more sinister reasons.
He'd at least need to go down for some water.
That's it, water and a favor to Fleur. Just to fix his hand.
Raph moves silently across the roof top. He climbs through the hole in the roof left by the most recent arrival of the Angel Michael. Finding a suitable position on the support beams of the ceiling, he sits and waits for the familar face of Fleur to appear.
[ooc: I have to admit, that this icon is by far one of the most disturbing things I've ever created. It should come as no surprise that this is actually my favorite rendition of Raph. I think it's the most life like. Just imagine though, something looking like that being 5 feet tall and talking to you.
...
Okay, maybe it is just me.]