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[mnt_raph]

*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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[mnt_raph]

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

[locks_it_up]

...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.

[mnt_raph]

We have to go, don't we?

[locks_it_up]

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

[mnt_raph]

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.*

[locks_it_up]

"Spoilsport."

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

"You could at least try."

She might be teasing him.

[mnt_raph]

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

*He grins.*

[locks_it_up]

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."

[mnt_raph]

*He flinches away from the intrusive poke.*

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

*Ever the optimist....*

[locks_it_up]

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

[mnt_raph]

An' you outsparkle them all.

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

If you'd do me the honor.

[locks_it_up]

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

"Anywhere. Any time. Ever."

[mnt_raph]

*He smirks.*

Later. I promise.

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