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[attr="class","samknoxw"]By virtue of his line of work and the company he kept, Raph’d had more than enough history with alcohol abuse, recreational drug use, and head trauma to pretty much right off any weird thing he saw as a hallucination caused by or resulting from either/or any combination of the above.

But this was the first time he’d ever been interviewed about it, though. Usually, his family reacted with indifference-- Marshall Slade would raise an eyebrow and humor him with an edge just dull of mocking, and Jack Magnus would laugh until he saw fit to fall over because that was just the way he felt everything-- with his whole ass chest. ozias ambrose would laugh, too, but like he was giggling at a joke Raph was not in on.

“It was just the damndest thing,” he says to the guy asking the questions-- a tall, dark-haired dude with an eyepiece and blue eyes the same color as the sky. “One second I come out for a piss and th’ next there’s a bright light in the sky and the whole Miltank is just, zoop, goin’ up. At least, I think it was a Miltank.” He tosses a careless hand to indicate how quick the entire interaction had been.

[attr="class","samknoxt"]Nikita Sokolov

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[attr="class","samknoxw"]Raph may had been an idiot but he wasn’t stupid. He tracked the stranger’s gaze on him, acknowledged it, and ignored it. This wasn’t his first goat rodeo and it wouldn’t be the first, or last, time someone had summed up his appearances and decided he wasn’t worth scratch. It had stopped bothering him long ago. He had a family that cared about him and he liked himself and that was about all that mattered in this life, he thought.

“Well, yeah,” Raph said, gesturing around them. “Nature was the first bathroom, y’know.” He grinned, a foxlike cranking up of one corner of his mouth (like a cigarette would fit perfectly there) and continued on in that line of thinking because he guessed it would get this guy’s goat. “You oughta try it sometime. Pissin’ in the wild. It’s freeing.” He laid hard on that g because he could see the man’s eye twitch almost imperceptibly every time he dropped a glottal.

Raph had never made anyone’s life easier in his existence and he was not about to start now.

He sucked his cheek when the guy asked how the Miltank (or whatever it had been) reacted as it got slurped up into the sky like a goddamn astral spaghetti noodle. “It, uh.” He illustrated with some slow flailing of his arms, flaring his palms out in a bad impression of jazz hands. “It just sort of… did that, in the air.” He shrugged, arms dropping with a clap to his sides. And then, obnoxiously frank, he asked, “Was it aliens?”

[attr="class","samknoxt"]Nikita Sokolov

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