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[mnt_raph]

*The wind has begun to pick up on the roof. A sure sign that spring is coming. Or so Raph likes to tell himself. Raph wonders if there's a Scottish word for Spring, but he doubts it.

His legs dangle over the edge of the building. There's a glass bottle of root beer in his hand. He flops back on to the tarpaper. And sings....no really. He does.*


Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars.

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[mnt_raph]

*He relaxes...funny, he didn't even know he was tense before.*

Heh, you're just sayin' that cause you're biased. Rootbeer?

*He offers her the bottle*

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"Maybe. But only a little. Thanks."

She takes the bottle, and sips at it, enjoying the fizz, before passing it back to him.

"Missed you."

[mnt_raph]

*He turns his head and kisses her on the temple.*

missed you too.

You okay?

[locks_it_up]

There might be another sigh.

"I've been better, to tell the truth."

But this, here, with him... she's starting to feel better already.

[mnt_raph]

Lift your head up.

*He moves his arm so he can wrap it around her.*

'M here, you know...if you wanna....

*The word "talk" is implied by hand gesture, but not said.

[locks_it_up]

She scoots closer to him.

"I appreciate it. And I would. But I don't think this is something you can help me with, sweetheart."

On the contrary. She doesn't even want to think about his reaction.

[mnt_raph]

Yeah...kinda figured as much.

*His night just got a whole lot better.*

So how about I distract you instead?

[locks_it_up]

A slow sort of smile sneaks across her face, and she looks up at him.

The glimmer in her eyes could be described as wicked.

"I've got no objections."

[mnt_raph]

*He smirks....and then begins singing again. Really, it's more like yelling...but it is a good Eddie Vedder.*

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place,
I wish I’d seen the place
But no one’s ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...

[locks_it_up]

"Is that how you wanna play it?"

She grins, straightens up, and clears her throat.

She has a surprisingly smoky voice, low and throaty and quite shockingly lovely.

"Got no time for the corner boys
Down in the street, making all that noise
Don't want no girls on Eighth Avenue
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna be with you.
Tonight I'm gonna take that ride
Across the river to the Jersey side
Take my baby to the carnival
And I'll take you on all the rides
Down the shore everything’s all right
You with your baby on a Saturday night, yeah
Don’t you know all my dreams come true
When I’m walkin’ down the street with you..."

And then come the sha-la-las.

She shouldn't be that good at it.

[mnt_raph]

*He chuckles, then rolls ending her singing gig with a kiss.*

[locks_it_up]

She wraps her arms around him, making some small noise of contentment into his mouth.

...She thinks that maybe she needed that.

Eventually, she pulls away to look at him from beneath slightly lowered lashes, looking rather like a cat, in that way that women have.

[mnt_raph]

*An eyebrow slowly raises.*

Still in need of distraction?

[locks_it_up]

She smiles.

"You wanna continue, be my guest."

There's something... a shift in the wind, maybe, and she pulls him close, her lips near his ear.

"You know that I love you. I mean, you know, right?"

[mnt_raph]

*That shift in the wind causes him to shiver.*

yeah....i do....

His voice is almost dripping in confusion.

[locks_it_up]

"Good."

How is it that she feels safe, here? She can feel his pulse against her skin, and it comforts her.

[mnt_raph]

rattled you good huh?

*Maybe it's a family problem, that would rattle her this way. A fight with her brother? He kisses her forehead.*

[locks_it_up]

"Yeah. I had to hurt someone that... that I considered a friend."

She could stay like this for... well. For quite some time.

[mnt_raph]

*He nods, rolling back to lay on the roof, pulling her along with him.*

sometimes these things can't be avoided....

[locks_it_up]

She lays her head on his chest, listening to his heart.

One arm snakes around his waist, snuggling close to him.

"Mmm. True. I'm glad it's over, though."

[mnt_raph]

me too.

*He doesn't ask if the "other guy" will be alright. He's sure they will be. Everyone is, after while."