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A Different Point of View
" . . . and he acts like I ain't trying ta do him a favor," Casey ranted, pacing up and down in front of the couch.
April bit her tongue as she sat there quietly watching him. Earlier in the evening Casey had been running the rooftops with his best friend Raphael, searching for Purple Dragons or other thugs to beat on. When Casey came home sooner than was normal for him, April figured they hadn't found any action, gotten bored, and called it a night.
However, instead of the usual adrenaline driven kiss followed by a round of incredible sex, Casey had started griping and swinging his arms around. He and Raph didn't get into that many serious arguments, but it wasn't extremely unusual either. When that happened, April would either sit back and patiently listen, or tell Casey to zip it because he was getting on her nerves.
How she handled it usually depended on what had crawled up Casey's butt. If it was some infantile slight she would tell him straight ou