Raph doesn't know first hand what might cause that catch to his tone, but he's heard it before. From April, before Milliways, and from countless friends and family after.
"Certainly a shit-ton nicer than the literal shit-hole i grew up in, that's for damn sure," he says quietly with a genial nod in Stiles' direction.
Because...it kind of was a literal shit-hole. The peeling paint and threadbare carpet would have been living the highlife for them prior to Stockman's robots chewing a hole through their cinder block walls.
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20/8/15 02:29 (UTC)"Certainly a shit-ton nicer than the literal shit-hole i grew up in, that's for damn sure," he says quietly with a genial nod in Stiles' direction.
Because...it kind of was a literal shit-hole.
The peeling paint and threadbare carpet would have been living the highlife for them prior to Stockman's robots chewing a hole through their cinder block walls.
"Where do we look for'im first?"