Raphael had been resting in his bed, an ice pack nestled where he had tried to hack off his wing. His hair was still an uneven mess and he feared falling alseep. He was only a human with wings now, all his healing powers completely used up. But he took comfort in knowing those he cared about were safe. His thoughts drifted to Rose. The poor girl had been so terrified... Had she thought he was an enemy?
Jolting out of his daze upon hearing the knock on his door, he threw on his tank top (this one had I recycled five soda bottles and all I got was this shirt printed on it in green ink) and jeans. "Come on in!"
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Date: Tuesday, 13 July 2010 18:04 (UTC)Jolting out of his daze upon hearing the knock on his door, he threw on his tank top (this one had I recycled five soda bottles and all I got was this shirt printed on it in green ink) and jeans. "Come on in!"