Outside Milliways

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*Every emotion he's tried to control tonight gets the better of him, once he's outside. He keeps trying to convince himself that Splinter would be proud, but the truth of the matter is that any pride would be muted by damage he's just done to his hands. Bricks are not the most yielding of substances*

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*notices the iodine and cringes. He hates this part. It's always more satisfying to tear something down. Fixing it is the hard part*

Yes Ma'am.

*he kicks a chair over towards the small kitchen table.*

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*she sets down the iodine and banadages on the table, and goes back for water*

*over the running faucet* I don't understand you people at all. Why you persist in hurting each other and yourselves with such enthusiasm is totally beyond me.

*she comes back with a bowl of water with little goldfish painted around the border. It's not a bowl that he owns.

She sits across from him, and sighs*

How do you want to do this?

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Catharsis.

*looks down at the supplies, then up at Death, then back to his own hands*

Quick and dirty.

[locks_it_up]

*There's a joke there somewhere, but she resists it. Not the time.*

Alright. Hand 'em over, turtle-boy.

*starts in with the water, and... it doesn't hurt as much as it should. She's methodic, and efficent, and gentle, and keeps more or less quiet, forwning occasionally at the extent of the damage.*

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*There's something odd about having Death administer first aid. Raph surrenders his hands*

What's my prognosis doctor?

[locks_it_up]

You're an idiot.

But you'll probably be an idiot with fully functioning hands.

[mnt_raph]

Don't sugar coat it Doc. Tell me how you really feel.

[locks_it_up]

*she smirks, not without warmth, and leans back*

You want to know the truth of it?

You're my friend and I love you.

Please stop doing stupid shit.

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*that wipes the sarcastic smirk right off his face. He looks down to avoid her eyes*

Hey, it was either the someone or the wall. I thought I did pretty well, all things considered.

[locks_it_up]

You've got a point.

And, really, you did handle it well. I was proud of you.

I just... I see you people in pain and-- on a personal level-- I don't know what to do for you.

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*doesn't look meet her eyes, but he does smile slightly at the praise*

Don't know that there's anything you can do for us. Pain's just somethin' we gotta go through, ya know?

Every scar I got, and I got quite a few, has some memory to it. They remind me what I should and shouldn't do.
*chuckles*
Or they would, if I made a habit of listenin' to them.
*grins*

[locks_it_up]

*she looks down at his hands, and the small scars on his arms*

What do they tell you? When you listen.

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"Dodge" mostly.
See this one?

*points to a faint one that runs from the side of his nose to just next to his mouth*

Got that one from Leo. Were sparrin' and I pushed a button too many and got a little too close.

[locks_it_up]

Nice.

Family's really good at pushing buttons, isn't it?

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*He looks away*
The best, I think.

[locks_it_up]

...I'm sorry.

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*Looking anywhere but at Death*
Don't be. Ain't like it was your fault.

[locks_it_up]

*There's a long, awkward sort of silence.*

*Then she kicks him beneath the table. Gently.*

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Hey! What the heck what was that for?

*kicks her right back*

[locks_it_up]

*a laugh, but it fades quickly, leaving only a small smile*

You aren't looking at me, turtle-boy.

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*Attempting to cover*
I'm a New Yorker. As a general rule, we don't look at people.

[locks_it_up]

*cheerfully* Bullshit.

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*It's easy to tell by his expression that he's just swore at himself. He looks up slowly, and meets her gaze. It's all there the anger, hurt, confusion, desire, all there.*

[locks_it_up]

*Her eyes are old, and hold infinite compassion. Not pity. Pity's a whole different animal. It is apparent, on an instinctual level, that she understands.*

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*Continues to make direct eye contact*
This better?