22nd Shuriken ➣ [Action / Voice]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph woke up today feeling like he was going to get smothered to death. He was hot under the covers, and somehow that felt really uncomfortable. Actually, pretty much everything about him felt uncomfortable. His skin was too sensitive, his back was too flat, and when he tried to sit up, he felt like he had a goddamn slinky for a spine

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[derek_bliss]

[Derek's not sure which number coffee pot this might be, but he's just glad that it works. When he hears movement from the direction of the turtles' rooms, he looks up and over the rim of his cup. He's been staying more or less to himself lately, but if his roomies happen to wander into view, he's willing to give them a quiet but friendly nod.

That nod is cut a little short though when he sees a human and not a turtle. A raised eyebrow is not too far behind.]

...I do know you, right?

[onceaturtle]

[Raph was halfway through his fourth unbalanced stalk toward the bathroom when Derek sees him. He stops in the threshold, vaguely smiling. Something about all this is pretty damn funny, if you think of it.]

It's me.

[Hopefully Derek will recognize his voice]

[derek_bliss]

[Derek blinks as he lowers the coffee cup and cocks his head sideways, studying Raph for a very long moment. His nostrils will even flare as he takes in the guys scent. And then Derek nods as if listening to some internal dialogue.]

...Raphael?

[onceaturtle]

In the flesh. [He motions to himself a la Vanna White, clothed in his own ridiculously oversized winter sweatshirt and sweatpants. He has to hold onto the waistband to keep them from falling off.

Yeah, there's definitely something funny about this.

Then he starts drunkenly wobbling backwards and has to catch onto the doorframe before he completely loses his balance again. His pants start slipping down, and he has to make a blind grab for them before he exposes the goods. God damn this's awkward.]

[derek_bliss]

[There's a quirk of a smile]

...Need some clothes? Think I might have something that'll fit.

[onceaturtle]

...Probably could use some pants.

[Just warning you, Derek. There's no way in Hell you're gonna get him to wear underwear.]

[derek_bliss]

I got some jeans from when I was a little heavier. Some sweats, too. Lemme go get 'em.

[Derek settles the cup to the counter and makes his way past Raph. After several moments, he's back, handing the guy a pair of army grey sweats and a pair of worn black denim jeans.]

Give those a shot.

[onceaturtle]

[He resents you for that "heavier" remark. But he takes the pants and stumbles into the bathroom.]

Yeah, thanks.

[Not looking forward to seeing his own bits again. Also, I remind you again of the underwear thing.]

[derek_bliss]

[Yeah, Derek noticed, and sighs]

...If you don't wear anything under those, wash 'em before you give them back.

[onceaturtle]

Ah, yes sir.

[There's some fumbling and quiet cursing through the bathroom door. Those jeans aren't gonna fit.]

Did I mention how much I hate clothes?

[derek_bliss]

You get used to them. Better than being exposed, trust me.

[Derek leans back against the counter again, going back to nursing his cup of coffee.]

...Try the sweats if the jeans don't work out. More comfortable anyway.

[meanandgreen]

[That's what he's doing Derek. Don't have to rub it in.

After much more fumbling, Raph reemerges wearing the sweatpants, jeans thrown over his shoulder. He'll wash them even if he couldn't wear them. They still...yeah.]

I feel like a friggin' walking furnace.

[derek_bliss]

Walk outside; you won't feel like that after a few seconds.

...Don't think I have any shirts that'll work. Got more muscle than me.

[onceaturtle]

[He rubs at his stomach through the sweatshirt, where it feels like all that heat is coming from.]

Think I ain't used ta bein' warmblooded. I'm gonna roast myself alive at this rate.

[He hangs onto the doorway again, looking around what he can see of the house. At least that "more muscle" thing cancels out the "heavier" comment.]

You seen Donnie around? Yo, Donnie!

[derek_bliss]

Not lately.

[Derek keeps his spot, still watching Raph with a contemplative expression.]

[after_march]

[The reply comes in what is decidedly the wrong voice:]

What, Raph?