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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]

*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*

[locks_it_up]

"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.

[mnt_raph]

*He's finally decided that the easier he makes this for himself, the sooner it will be over. He tries to follow instruction, but his army boots keep getting in the way.*

[locks_it_up]

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."

[mnt_raph]

*He's getting frustrated with the boots. Yes, it's all the boots' fault. Finally Raph has found something to hate. This makes him happy.*

i think the secret is to just never dance

[locks_it_up]

"Would it make it easier if you took the boots off?"

[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.