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i_speak_softly) wrote2011-05-17 11:48 am
i_speak_softly) wrote2011-05-17 11:48 am
Forty-Fourth Theory [Voice]
Filtered to Friends and Love Interests of Hamatos || Not Up to His Usual Standard
Raph is back.
[It should be apparent from his voice and his merely-mediocre filter that he has been up all night. After his brief message, the recording continues for a few minutes, possibly transmitting the muted voices of other Hamatos in the background, before the feed cuts out.]
Raph is back.
[It should be apparent from his voice and his merely-mediocre filter that he has been up all night. After his brief message, the recording continues for a few minutes, possibly transmitting the muted voices of other Hamatos in the background, before the feed cuts out.]
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[And he does. He doesn't even question the orders, just picks up his journal - still open - and his nanocomputer and leaves his apartment without a second thought, locking it behind him. It's a testament to his significantly-improved health that his breathing is a lot closer to normal than it was months ago - that, and he covers the distance much more quickly than he would have before. It probably takes him less than fifteen minutes to cover a distance now that would've taken him twice that at the minimum before.
At any rate, his expression is grim when he gets to the door of the Hamato house, and even though the feed probably makes it obvious where he is, he knocks on the door anyway.]
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[He's so glad you're here.]
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He's glad that he's here, too.]
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[Don doesn't speak, though whether he's unable to, or whether there's just nothing to say, is an open question.]
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... It's disgusting. As much as Raph normally frightens him, it is disgusting and terrifying to see him like this - bruised and battered, thin from starvation in a way that makes his shell connect all awkwardly, with sickly discoloured patches providing a macabre pattern; eyes still somewhat swollen (though probably not as bad as yesterday).
But those parts are just details. The really fundamentally atrocious part is the bandage over his plastron. It's clear, and does absolutely nothing to hide the hideous remnants of the abominable practise that was done to Raphael - ridiculously precise score lines of a chunk of his plastron.
It is not difficult to guess what happened from that, and even the thought of it makes Robert want to vomit. He recoils in abject horror.] Oh dear gods...
... I-Is he infected...? [With an open wound on the scale Raph must have had, an infection could be potentially life-threatening. As if the Malnosso hadn't already done enough.]
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W-Well, I hope there is nothing... latent or undiagnosed. But it will merely necessitate watching his condition...
... [He shakes his head quietly, his shoulders sagging a bit.] The thrice-damned Malnosso sink to new lows all the time...
[He turns to Don.] Shall we just... allow him to rest for the time being?
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I think the best I can do for him now is get some rest myself. Come with me?
[He wouldn't say that here if he knew Raph was awake.]
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Certainly. You look exhausted, Don...
[He lets his own head brush Don's shoulder and prepares to go wherever he leads.]
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[While he does that:] Do you know what time it is?
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... I assume that you have been up all night, with how you look... [He definitely needs sleep. Robert sighs gently and studies Don's shell. In a less dire situation, he'd offer to rub it again...]
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Only about 26 hours...
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He sits on the bed next to Don, not sure how close Don wants him to be. He's completely wide-awake himself, and isn't sure if he can nap in this case... but Don is free to pull him close, if he wants.
His fingers brush Don's shoulder, and if Don doesn't show any signs of disliking it, Robert will rub it in slow, gentle circles. A tiny fragment of a smile steals over his face.]
Rest well, Don...
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[For now, Don pulls himself close, snaking his arm around Robert's waist and burying his face in his partner's lab coat, where it lays in starched folds along his hip. He's asleep in minutes.]
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He hopes that his lab coat isn't too uncomfortable.]
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[He disentangles himself from Robert and sits up, glancing briefly at what his partner is doing before reaching for his own journal.]
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and the last one Don will probably see him make today. He doesn't say anything yet, necessarily; after all, he doesn't want to interrupt Don, and though the video might be off by this point anyway, it's still awkward.Though the closeness is very appreciated, especially at this trying time... which will only get more trying in a bit.]
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[He opens his journal to check his messages.]
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They are cute marks so nobody minds.Robert turns to Don and asks, softly, trying not to overpower his journal:] Do you feel any better now...? That... wasn't much of a rest...
[He's just being protective of you, Don. That's all.
It's not nervousness over whether Vivi's stuck somewhere or anything... or worse.][Action]
[He talks to a few people, briefly. Robert may hear him inviting Isamu to the house.]
[Before he gets up to check on Raph:] Um... Two things. Remind me later.
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[He is... because he didn't know if he could stand to see Don sick or exhausted much more.
And Robert doesn't know Isamu, but he hopes that Isamu's presence will be a comfort.]
Oh? Certainly, Don... what did you need me to remind you about?
[Robert looks up at Don almost endearingly, unaware of how difficult it will actually be to remind Don later.]
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[He puts the journal down and reaches for his gear. He wouldn't bother, but Isamu would surely abuse him for walking around without it.]
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[Of course, Don will have to give Robert another something after this - support.]
Is there anything else I can do for you, or are you alright for the time being?
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[He gestures to Robert's journal and computer.] You can stay in here if you want.
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