Hours later, Raph returns to the house in a hell of a lot fouler mood than he left. His thoughts are racing along with his heart, cataloging every single word he's got in store for his dear brother when he gets back.
Did Leo seriously make yet another deal with the devil? Does he really need to put up with this crud again!? Whose side does he think he's on, anyway?
And that woman. That freakin' woman. He wishes he could've torn her face off when he had the chance.
Teeth grit, he paces the living room floor just inside the front door, huffing like a mad bull. He didn't get a chance to bury his knuckles in her head, and the wall is a cheap substitute, but it's something. At least it's something.
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Hours later, Raph returns to the house in a hell of a lot fouler mood than he left. His thoughts are racing along with his heart, cataloging every single word he's got in store for his dear brother when he gets back.
Did Leo seriously make yet another deal with the devil? Does he really need to put up with this crud again!? Whose side does he think he's on, anyway?
And that woman. That freakin' woman. He wishes he could've torn her face off when he had the chance.
Teeth grit, he paces the living room floor just inside the front door, huffing like a mad bull. He didn't get a chance to bury his knuckles in her head, and the wall is a cheap substitute, but it's something. At least it's something.