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Thank the Goddess for an empty house. Raph now fully appreciates why Splinter only chastised them after he and his brothers had snuck out, instead of stopping to lecture them before hand.

He rolls slightly, pressing a kiss to Abigail's forehead, before sitting up and getting to his feet. His clothes are around here somewhere...

"Hungry?" he asks, pulling his breeches over his anachronistic boxer shorts. Seven years is long enough to go without underwear, thank you very much. The boxers aren't the only new edition to his wardrobe that seem ever present these days, his Milliways Security Badge is rarely removed if he can at all avoid it.

Date: 2009-04-14 06:11 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
It's a wonder he could find Abigail's forehead through her mass of blond hair. Pushing it off her cheek, she slants a smile at Raph, then his curious short pants as they disappear beneath his proper ones.

"Aye, you've a talent for makin' me hungry," she says, laughter in her voice. "What strange sort of design are you wearin' today?"

Every new pair she spies sparks such a conversation. She delights in the look on his face.

Date: 2009-04-14 06:17 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Both her eyebrows raise.

Raph may or may not notice this as she sits up and fails to cover herself with the sheet.

"Adorable." A pert smile. "And very strange."

Date: 2009-04-14 06:38 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Raph has a way of looking at her that warms Abigail's insides for several reasons, all of them satisfying. The smile grows, turning slightly smug, and she stretches.

"Your brother selects your underthings?" she asks conversationally.

Date: 2009-04-14 06:50 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
That's okay. The rays of sun fighting their way through and around the heavy draperies suggest it's a beautiful day, and she's ready to be a part of it. She swivels sideways and extends one leg, then the other, and slowly stands.

The second stretch is purely for show.

"Mmmm, no. You'd make a mess of colors that bright," she agrees, assuming it's the same sort of dye available in Tortall, though she's never seen it applied so liberally.

Teasingly: "Does he have ones with rabbits?"

Date: 2009-04-14 07:03 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Look down)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
It's not. It's on the floor. Abigail, who threw it there last night, strolls over to him and picks it up along the way.

"Can't wait to see those, then."

A bright laugh follows the mental image of Raph stripping down for a wrestling match; his opponent would be so distracted that Raph would be sure to win.

Amused, she leans forward for a kiss.

Date: 2009-04-14 07:22 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
That startles her out of her own distraction attempt. Abigail blinks down at him, searching his eyes.

"Aye, they could stand it. I'm not so irreplaceable that young Molly from the village can't handle my work in my stead." Beat. "Why?"

Date: 2009-04-14 07:31 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Sorry, Raph. There's no way she was going to say no to that question immediately. He's never asked her a question like that before.

And his next statement does nothing to change her answer. Her eyes widen with surprise, but it's a pleased smile she gives him now.

"Have we?" Her voice goes slightly higher than normal.

Date: 2009-04-14 07:39 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Deconstructing)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"Explode?" It's oddly prim, especially as she's yet to retrieve any of her own clothing. "Don't be ridiculous."

Abigail runs a palm over his head and moves away, rummaging around for something to put on.

"What's Pirate's Swoop?" she asks eventually. "Name's familiar, means I've heard it, but I don't recall why."

Date: 2009-04-14 08:04 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Look down)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Her dress, simple but well made, is draped over a chair. Soon it's draped over her body.

"No."

It's wistful.

"I'm no noble," she adds, in what is almost a warning tone of voice.

Date: 2009-04-14 08:19 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Soft as steel)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"But the castle sittin' on its shores is noble through and through," she reminds him sharply. "I'm not ashamed of who and what I am, but they're used to fancy manners. Fancy dress. Fancy everything"

Abigail's eyes follow his fingers.

Date: 2009-04-14 08:41 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
That soothes her. Reaching over, she trails her fingers along the spot he'd been rubbing.

"Are you askin' me, then?"

Date: 2009-04-14 09:00 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Abigail laughs.

"I would, yes. Do you?"

Date: 2009-04-14 09:18 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Deconstructing)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
She turns her head slightly, just so she can look at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Anyone else goin' along?"

Date: 2009-04-14 09:25 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"Seein' the children will be nice."

Raph is going to get a stern lecture about his listening skills when she finds out Thayet and Prince Roald will also be in residence, not to mention all the Riders.

At least she'll feel comfortable with George.

Date: 2009-04-14 09:42 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Look down)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Another laugh, because thinking of them barging into rooms without knocking always brings one certain incident to mind.

She gives him another kiss, this time on the top of his head, and goes to draw the curtains.

"Is it safe to travel so far?"

Spidrens won't be intimidated or distracted by Raph's turtle boxers.

Date: 2009-04-15 12:40 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"And I've my trusty blade," Abigail remarks, tossing a smile over her shoulder.

Turning, she plants her hands on her hips.

"D'you wish to tell Thomas or should I?"

She looks rather pleased at the idea.

Date: 2009-04-15 01:24 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"Oh, you tell him," she smirks, putting a fair bit of emphasis on 'tell.' "It'll twist him up more than a colicky pig."

But Goddess help him if he really tries to resist.

Date: 2009-04-15 01:58 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Soft as steel)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Abigail gives him a Look.

"Maybe not. But since when has proper pricked your conscience, or mine?"

Date: 2009-04-15 02:32 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"Don't be worryin' about Thomas. He's had more years to accustom himself to Owen's moods than I've seen!"

She lifts her chin.

"It's what I want, and no less proper than this, or you stayin' with me."

Date: 2009-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
It would take a great deal for someone to be able to make her feel badly about her decisions. They are her decisions to make and once made are rarely second-guessed.

That doesn't mean his concern is unappreciated.

"I am," she assures him. "Your ways suit me just fine, though Goddess knows I'll drop dead of hunger before you get 'round to feedin' me."

Date: 2009-04-15 03:20 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
Returning the hug, Abigail laughs.

"Aye, that and your turtle pants keep me close." She releases him and starts for the door. "If we're to be leavin', I hope whatever we scrounge comes with a bottle of Olau red."

She feels like a small, private celebration.

Date: 2009-04-15 03:34 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
From: [personal profile] tortallan_npc
"He likes me. All I've got to do is ask."

It's sassy, amused and... probably true.

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