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*Up on the roof, in a tent that dreams of being a one bedroom apartment, an ex-turtle mumbles to himself while he wages a silent war against his tie.*

This had to have been his idea. Fuckin' Mikey. Can't just have a party. No no. Has to be a fancy dress party. Goddamnit!

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Death lifts up the tent flap with perfect silence, to see him stuggling with the tie. She smiles.

"...You know, the secret is to be smarter than the tie."

'S easy for you to say.
Think you could give me a hand...
*He turns and stares*

here.

The smile might grow a little on one side.

"Yeah. Sure thing."

She sways over to attend to his tie, her (for once) sleek head bent slightly, hands deft and gentle.

"So. The dress. Does it work?"

*Eyes still wide, he nods slowly.*

th-thankyou.

She looks down and grins. If it weren't for the fact that she's Endless, she might look shy.

"Welcome."

It might be the combination of elegant and slinky, it might just be her. It's hard to say.

"You look nice." Pause. Quirk of a smile. "Keeping the boots?"

*The mention of his tattered and worn combat boots brings him back to the here and now.*

That okay, you think?

*He looks down at the boots, and is restruck by just how fantastic she looks.*

you're amazing.

"It's cute."

A wide grin. It doesn't sparkle. It doesn't glow. It doesn't even shine. It's radiant. Diamonds don't have that fire, suns are shamed by the brilliance. It's a smile only for him.

"...thanks."

*His breath catches and he reaches out towards her. Her dress is as soft as it looks, but no where near as soft as she is. Leaning forward he places a kiss on her collarbone.*

And oh, that is nice. She tilts her head up and makes an appreciative sound deep in her throat.

Still. There's a party to get to.

"Baby... c'mon, now."

*He mmmhmms against her skin, as he kisses he neck."

...Oh.

That is an exquisite sensation.

She smells like mercy.

But she puts one gloved hand to his chest and pushes him away, gently. Maybe even with a little reluctance.

"...There'll be plenty of time for that later. Promise.

We have to go, don't we?

"It'll be fun. You'll see. I mean, how often do you see Bernard in a suit?"

Seein' Bernard in a suit don't exactly rank real high on my Fun Scale.

*He seems to be figeting a bit, must be the tie.*

"Spoilsport."

A hand moves to the lapel of his coat, smoothing it down.

"You could at least try."

She might be teasing him.

Or...you could just go and take notes for me.

*He grins.*

She pokes him lightly right below the ribs.

"Oh no you don't. I didn't get this dressed up to go to a cocktail party all by myself."

*He flinches away from the intrusive poke.*

We could say you got this dressed up for me, and then stay in?"

*Ever the optimist....*

"A girl does like to sparkle in public, occasionally, you know."

An' you outsparkle them all.

*He gives his tie one last fidget, then bows low to her.*

If you'd do me the honor.

Sometimes the boy makes her knees weak, makes something in her sigh. This would be one of those times.

"Anywhere. Any time. Ever."

*He smirks.*

Later. I promise.

*Then he holds his arm out for her, and they exit.*

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