i_speak_softly: (Shouldn't have opened that door)
i_speak_softly ([personal profile] i_speak_softly) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-02-21 06:09 pm

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Who: [livejournal.com profile] i_speak_softly and [livejournal.com profile] gaijin_ninja (with [livejournal.com profile] honorthecode and [livejournal.com profile] after_march possibly joining later)
What: It wasn't (entirely) Don's fault. Raph doesn't care.
When: Relatively early this morning.
Where: House 55.
Summary: Raph does not approve of Don's behavior during the experiment. He will inform Don of this as soon as he finds him. Ah, there he is.
Rating: ... I'm guessing fairly high.

Don hasn't been home in two days, and it would be too much to hope that this has escaped Raphael's notice. Oh, how the tables have turned. It was always Raph, never Don, who suffered Splinter's wrath for coming home late. But a lot has changed in a year.

He doesn't even bother trying to sneak in a back way. It would only serve to marginally delay his fate. So he goes in the front door, head down, dreading the gauntlet he knows is waiting for him.

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Raph doesn't so much as flinch at the sound of the door opening. He knows who it is. Part of him just doesn't seem to care. Don had his fun, wherever the hell he went, and now that shit is over. Who the hell gives a damn. Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's disgust, maybe it's disappointment. Whatever it is, it sits in his gut like bad meat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

But there's another part of him, the part that kept him sleep-deprived and sick with worry for the past two days. That's the part that casts a glance over his shoulder at his wayward brother as he busies himself making coffee in the kitchen. Seeing Don walk through that door on his own volition - not injured, not sick, not dead - causes his whole body to heave a sigh of relief.

The coffee percolates. He turns back again.

"Well look who finally decided to show up."
Edited 2011-02-21 23:20 (UTC)

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't move from the kitchen, even after the silence, just keeps fussing with the coffee. "You should tell Leo where you are. He just headed out lookin' for you again."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"In my room. On the nightstand."

One more mug from the cupboard. He frowns as he pours the second cup. Let Don do that before the questioning, even if curiosity is burning a hole in his chest. Even if he kind of hates Don right now, imagining all the things he could've been up to the last couple nights, having nightmares of his brother doing things that kind of make him want to throw up and scream with jealousy at the same time.

Wherever Don went, it had to be good. Maybe he slept with some girl. Maybe he thought they were married. Maybe he disappeared under that willow tree and spent the last two days in a drug-induced haze.

Either way, it was a hell of a lot better than his last two days, getting ulcers thinking about whether his brother was getting himself hurt, killed, or fucked. All of them are equally evil in his mind.

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Don's allowed in only when Raph's too lazy to get stuff himself.

"He hasn't slept in two days. What do you think?" Because Don obviously meant Leo.

Speaking of lack of sleep, Raph's got bags under his eyes of his own. They make him look bruised.

He turns from the counter with both mugs in hand. "Where the hell were you?"

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
He sets down the mugs on the table. Chances are they'll go untouched, but he doesn't give a crap.

"You didn't even bother checkin' in! What are we supposed to think? You always come home. Then there was that crud with the experiment goin' down... Jeez, Don. How do you expect us to act!?"

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
And then the dam breaks. He just can't keep it in anymore. "You didn't have sex with anybody, did you?"

Yeah, he's curious, but mostly accusing.

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
The emotion is creeping back into his voice. He's been really worried about this, Don! Raph saw how crazy everyone was acting. Who the hell knows what he could've done.

"I don't know! You were gone for two days and everybody was all drugged up on that crazy love fruit. We got no idea what the heck's goin' on with you!"

Now would be a great time for Leo to come back home. He really doesn't want to do this alone.
Edited 2011-02-22 01:37 (UTC)

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Raph physically recoils. His carapace knocking into one of the kitchen chairs and it scrapes across the floor a few inches.

"Him? Seriously? Eugh. Nooooo way."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Considerin' the experiment, I'm guessin' there's more to it."

He folds his arms, mentally cringing and trying to push away any and all kinds of mental images.

"I don't wanna know."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, okay. I was just sayin'." That does make him feel better, though. He pulls out a chair and sits down, wrapping his hands around his coffee mug. "I was sittin' here for two days with Leo thinkin' up worse case scenarios. Cut a guy a break."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, coffee. The stuff Raph makes could probably peel paint off walls, and he only drinks it black. "I dunno. Everybody was runnin' around like they were on E or somethin'. Winry tried to kiss me and Isamu was tryin' to convince me to let him ride my shell. Moron."

He pauses to drink from his mug, sighing.

"Somethin' about that tree made everybody all gaga for one another or somethin'. You know, Valentine's. So the Mallies gotta make this whole twisted shindig. Makes me want to puke."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno. I'm stayin' off the journals. Haven't heard back from April yet, though."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"No. Leo told me she was off marryin' some guy in spandex."