In his room Mike lies very still. Long before he hears the clatter of steel on ceramic, he knows something is...off. Not wrong, just different. Years of goofing off in lessons doesn't mean he's not in tune to the energy of a place. Especially a place he's called home for a while now. Energy shifts when people move about, and for folks like Raph...well it just gets the hell out of the way.
There's the telltale hiss of hot water sings through out the house as it moves through the pipes. Then the sound of scute covered bone sliding across tile.
Raph's returned.
Mike's out of bed before the water sings a different tune, signifying the loss of its heat. But before it shuts off completely, he right back to where he started from: in his room, playing at sleep.
Outside the door is a plate of food. Nothing flashy or fancy. Just cold leftovers, a couple slices of bread, and a large container of weak ginseng tea. It's the best substitute for Gatorade Mike's been able to find. With enough lemon it's easy to trick yourself into believing it's not tea at all.
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There's the telltale hiss of hot water sings through out the house as it moves through the pipes. Then the sound of scute covered bone sliding across tile.
Raph's returned.
Mike's out of bed before the water sings a different tune, signifying the loss of its heat. But before it shuts off completely, he right back to where he started from: in his room, playing at sleep.
Outside the door is a plate of food. Nothing flashy or fancy. Just cold leftovers, a couple slices of bread, and a large container of weak ginseng tea. It's the best substitute for Gatorade Mike's been able to find. With enough lemon it's easy to trick yourself into believing it's not tea at all.