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*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.
So yeah, the roof.
"Why thank you, Raph."
The door somehow opens onto the roof of the bar. It's probably best not to think of how that worked.
"You mean this roof?"
The door somehow opens onto the roof of the bar. It's probably best not to think of how that worked.
"You mean this roof?"
"As long as you don't bang stuff too loudly, I wouldn't imagine so."
She squats down next to the backpack and starts unzipping things. "So this is the one you got from Diagon Alley, right?"
She squats down next to the backpack and starts unzipping things. "So this is the one you got from Diagon Alley, right?"
*He looks around. It's not the same as his old rooftop. Truth be told, he preferred that, but this will do. It's better than the alternatives.*
Hmmm? Yeah. The guy tried to sell me a two bedroom model, but I didn't really have the money. Charity'll only get you so far, you know.
Hmmm? Yeah. The guy tried to sell me a two bedroom model, but I didn't really have the money. Charity'll only get you so far, you know.
"I like it, though. It's cozy."
She's already pitching the thing, with her typical unhurried efficiency.
"You gonna help me with this?"
She's already pitching the thing, with her typical unhurried efficiency.
"You gonna help me with this?"
She shrugs.
"You go ahead and be that way. Tell me, do you like motown?"
"You go ahead and be that way. Tell me, do you like motown?"
She sits back for a moment, and laughs. Then she goes back to helping him set up. And most definitely, she doesn't have a look of 'happily plotting' on her face.
She dusts her hands off, then rests them on her hips, looking at the tent with a small, satisfied smile.
"Very nice."
She turns to look at him.
"So. You wanna do this outside, or inside?"
"Very nice."
She turns to look at him.
"So. You wanna do this outside, or inside?"
She steps into the middle of the room, and faces him.
"Let's start with something simple, okay?"
She takes his hands and places them on her hips, and reaches up to put a hand on each of his shoulders. Somewhere, there's music.
"Now. For the moment, just... sway. Until you find the rhythm."
"Let's start with something simple, okay?"
She takes his hands and places them on her hips, and reaches up to put a hand on each of his shoulders. Somewhere, there's music.
"Now. For the moment, just... sway. Until you find the rhythm."
*Raph is totally dumbfounded, yet he follows direction.
It's not that he can't dance, it's that he doesn't dance. Dancing requires one to relinquish just a bit of personal control. An act that Raph has never gotten the hang of.
None the less, he finds the rhythm easily, and the proximity to Death is distracting enough to keep the embarassment at bay*
It's not that he can't dance, it's that he doesn't dance. Dancing requires one to relinquish just a bit of personal control. An act that Raph has never gotten the hang of.
None the less, he finds the rhythm easily, and the proximity to Death is distracting enough to keep the embarassment at bay*
"Good. Now, step where I step."
One step forward, one step back... it's like a parent teaching a child.
The way she moves is fluid, like a force of nature. An extraordinarly patient and gentle force of nature.
One step forward, one step back... it's like a parent teaching a child.
The way she moves is fluid, like a force of nature. An extraordinarly patient and gentle force of nature.
She laughs a little at him and his army boots.
"That's right. Just move."
It's hard not to move when someone in such close proximity is moving. It's not like it matters if he's clumsy, as she's all sorts of effortless grace.
"You see, the secret is not to try too hard."
"That's right. Just move."
It's hard not to move when someone in such close proximity is moving. It's not like it matters if he's clumsy, as she's all sorts of effortless grace.
"You see, the secret is not to try too hard."
"Would it make it easier if you took the boots off?"
"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.
She's bouncing a little by now, and she takes his hands and manages to execute a sort of spin.
She grins up at him.
"You're getting the hang of this, I think."
"You're getting the hang of this, I think."
"Now..."
She presses him forward a few steps.
"...play."
She presses him forward a few steps.
"...play."
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