[OOM: On the roof, in a tent that dreams of being a studio apartment...]

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is attempting to feed himself. No it's not the act of eating that has him flummoxed, it's the part that comes before the eating that seems to continually get the better of him. Cooking is not Raph's friend. This is why there's a still slightly smoldering pot in the kitchen sink, and why he's grumbling as he eats his sandwich on the couch of the living room portion of his studio. Only slightly louder than his cantankerous mutterings is the sound of the Wizard Wireless off in the corner. Holyhead Harpies are playing Pride of Portree*

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[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"Stealth, sir! Stealth and agility. It's jolly clever of you. how did you set it up?"

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*Blink. Blink-blink. Blink.
No one should be this happy...ever.*

Didn't. Came already set up. Got some magic proximity thinger...who'd you say you were again?

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"Jocasta Wiggs," she repeats, and on cue, becomes just slightly less happy. "Oh, I say, magic's a bit unsporting, isn't it?"

[mnt_raph]

*Okay, that doesn't sound like any name from any notible ninja clan family that he's heard from.*

Yeah well, some'd say the same thing 'bout stealth.
You...you ain't a ninja, by any chance...are you?

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

She stands now, brushing at her uniform to get off most of the lumps. "Oh no, sir! I'm an Assassin! If I pass my exams, of course."

[mnt_raph]

Exams. Right. An' you're up here practisin' for your exams?

*Because if he doesn't repeat it, the chances are good most of it won't sink in.*

Which is why I didn' hear you comin' until...well, the boom-splat.

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"That's right!"

OK, that may sound a little patronising, the way she seems to be congratulating him for the deduction. It's not meant to be.

"I am sorry about that. I must be out of practice."

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You got this close to me without me hearin', an' you think you're outta practice. That's rich.

*There's a momentary blush that Raph hopes is lost in the darkness that swarms in after he turns off the flashlight. See, now that she's standing the flashlight is no longer in the direction of her face...*

Right. Uh. You want like, a towel or somethin'?

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"I'd be ever so grateful, thank you, sir." She says, and steps forward, not-quite-silently, but with the practiced ease of someone who makes just the right amount of noise to be unnoticeable. This time she sets off no traps.

[mnt_raph]

Yeah, uh...no problem.

*Raph steps back, pulling the entry-covering flap with him as he goes.*

I'll get you a towel. Gotten kinda used to not havin' crap tramped 'round my house.

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

Jocasta takes that as an invitation and moves forward more confidently, stepping into the tent cautiously...

...and this will be your standard 'holy crap look at this thing' reaction. With an impressed look. "Oh I say, a magic tent!"

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*Raph is headed towards the large Linen Cabinet that lines most of the wall to the left.*

Huh? Oh right, the tent. Yeah. Bought it some place called Diagonal Alley, or some junk.

*He shrugs away her amazement in his new quest of fetching a towel he doesn't mind getting crap covered.

The studio is a modest one. There's a living-room area directly in front of her, with a small kitchette table to the right.
Further right is the breakfast bar and galley kitchen
Counterclockwise from there is a tiny hallway which leads to the bathroom.
A large comfy looking bed sits across from the kitchen. It should be noted that on the bed is a black fuzzy blanket with a ninja design, and a small stuffed pale girl doll all dressed in black, with a large ankh.*

Here, catch.

*He tosses a towel.*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

Still standing in the doorway, she catches the towel one handed and proceeds to carefully wipe herself down, starting with the shoes to avoid treading in... well, crap.

"Thank you very much," she repeats. "I am sorry to impose on you like this."

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*Raph removes a shirt and some pajama bottoms from the closet, before closing the door.*

Don' worry 'bout it. Ain't no big deal. She...the tent, I mean, she'll clean up your clothes if you ain't in'em.

*He sort of holds out the spare ...temporary...clothing out for emphasis. There is particular attention in the lack of eyecontact during this offer.*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

This is Jocasta blushing BRIGHT PINK, as she takes the clothes off him.

"Well, thank you very much," she says, and even if he was looking for eye contact, he wouldn't get any. "I... uh... is there somewhere I can go?"

[mnt_raph]

*Still not looking at her, he points down the small hallway.*

Bathroom.

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"Thankyou!"

It's almost a squeak, and she races to the bathroom to avoid embarrassment, even if the door closes quietly behind her.

[mnt_raph]

*Now that she's out of sight, Raph can face-palm with impunity...and maybe finish his sandwich.
...
Oh crap. Did he leave weapons in the bathroom?*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

That little squeal of delight? That says yes.

"Oh, sai! We did these in the fourth year! And is that a Klatchian shortblade?"

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*He looks up from his sandwich, and calls out to her with a mouth full of food?*

A what-ian what-now?

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

The door opens, just a scratch, and an un-clothed arm waves a knife at him.

[mnt_raph]

*ACK! ARM! Raph nearly chokes thinking she might step further out of the bathroom. Yet through it all he manages to cough out:*

Hissatsu.

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"Oh!"

Arm is retracted.

"It's in very good condition. Are you a... ninja, then, sir?"

[mnt_raph]

Usually, yeah.
Name's Raph, by the way.

*Because after you invite a woman to get undressed in your bathroom is usually the best time to introduce yourself.*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

The door opens and out steps a much cleaner, freshly washed Jocasta in his clothes. Clothes which don't do as good a job of concealing her many wepons as the training suit. That, she is carying in folded arms, but one hand extracts itself to shake.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Raph. Um, where shall I put these?"