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[mnt_raph]

*Yes, she might be leading, but that doesn't stop Raph from getting the door. Which, in of itself is strange. He's not usually one for opening doors for people, but this is different.*

So yeah, the roof.

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[mnt_raph]

It would...but then I wouldn't be able to hate the boots.
*this seems to him to make all the sense in the world*

[locks_it_up]

"You could try to enjoy yourself, you know."

She's bouncing a little by now, and she takes his hands and manages to execute a sort of spin.

[mnt_raph]

Can't. I'll lose my Jerk of the Month club membership.

*he catches her in a spin and dips her*

[locks_it_up]

She grins up at him.

"You're getting the hang of this, I think."

[mnt_raph]

*He smirks*
I'm a quick study.

*He gets her back to her feet.*
now what?

[locks_it_up]

"Now..."

She presses him forward a few steps.

"...play."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph lets himself be pushed. A smile forming*
Hey, what gives?
*he pushes back*

[locks_it_up]

She grins, and leans back, retreating as he advances, then dancing to one side, and flinging out an arm. Her eyes stay locked on his.

[mnt_raph]

*A laugh escapes as he tries to keep up with her. It's pretty clear he'd follow her anywhere.*

You know, they got drugs for hyperactivity now....

[locks_it_up]

"So I hear."

She takes a few more steps, then falls back on his bed, laughing.

"Ah. Thank you. I needed that."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph looks down at her and shakes his head*
This mean the lessons are over?

[locks_it_up]

"If you wanna keep going, we can. I was just taking a breather."

[mnt_raph]

*he very quickly sits down, and despite the fact that he's not breathing hard...*

Breather sounds good.

[locks_it_up]

She rolls onto her belly, chin resting in her hands, ankles crossed in the air.

"You know, for just a second back there, you almost looked like you were having fun."

She's grinning. Still.

[mnt_raph]

*smirk*
Lies. All lies.

[locks_it_up]

"Funny. I don't believe you."

[mnt_raph]

*looks taken aback*
Gasp! M'lady, you wound me!

[locks_it_up]

"Me? Wound a big strong boy like you? Surely you jest."

[mnt_raph]

No jest. And don't call me Shirley.

[locks_it_up]

She smiles at him, and reaches up to pat his cheek.

"You're great, you know that?"

[mnt_raph]

*a blush begins to form*
lies. always wit' the lies.

[locks_it_up]

She taps him gently in the chest. Her voice is quiet.

"What, you don't believe me?"

[mnt_raph]

*he breaks eyecontactl, but there's a half smile lurking.*
nah, you're biased.

[locks_it_up]

She looks down, very interested in the blanket on the bed.

"Maybe. A little. More than I should be."

[mnt_raph]

Yeah, so you mentioned.