#Chapter144
Raven checked the stalls, kicking each one open in a carless leg thrust, and when each one came up empty, he flicked the lock on the door. It wasn't the nicest place. There was a dank aroma to the air, and yellow splashes puddled beneath the row of urinals. Raven ignored them, lifting him onto the counter by the sink and yanking handful after handful of paper towels from the dispenser.
/"Strawberry shortcake boys don't cry over spilt drinks, do they?/" Raven asked as he held one up to his face, dabbing at his cheeks. The rest were used to dab at his legs, mopping up the worst of the liquid.
/"Nu — nuhope,/" he managed to stutter out, shaking his head, pawing at the crocodile tears. /"I no — I not./"
