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He recognized the black gunk. It was the same gunk Lucifer had explicitly told him Do Not Touch. But Lucifer wasn’t here, was he? Just what Raph needed, a curious old extra universal being watching him eat cake in a vulnerable state. Trash didn’t answer immediately, and instead kicked out his feet to collapse on his ample rear across from Raph and the cake and the gunk.
“Just a fan of exquisite cake and turmoil,” he replied with charming smile, extending a finger to swipe a bit of icing off the far side of the cake and give it a cautious sniff.
He sure did look extra... something or another. Definitely “extra” at the very least. And that smile sure was something too. If Raph had been in a more right state of mind he might have been a little on edge at this point. Stranger, coming out of nowhere, looks like he’d just jumped off the bus for a Broadway musical called “My Mother Is A Hellbeast”...
But unfortunately he was a bit distracted. Still swallowed his bite and wiped the back of his mouth though, remembering his manner enough to extend a hand. (It was a dirty hand, but he wasn’t paying that much attention either.)
“Well, the name’s Raphael. And I think you might have gotten the wrong picture cuz I’m not in any turmoil. Not right now. I mean-- not anymore.” His eyes are kind of red, like he’d been crying, and his voice had the particular high pitch of someone who hadn’t slept in about 26 hours but he was still smiling.
“You want some?”
