[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*

Comments

[mnt_raph]

Huh. No kiddin'. Like...feudal an' shit. An' what you guys do is like, totally legal, right?

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely legal, Mr. Raph," she replies. "I wouldn't do it if it weren't!"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph runs a hand through his hair as he considers this.*

S'like a frickin' kung-fu movie, or somethin'. We uh, ain't been that way for us in a long long time. I mean, the whole point was hidin' sure, but now we're all really underground.

*Really really underground.*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

"But you have standards, right?" Jocasta asks cautiously. "Honour and decorum?

"You don't.. murder people?"

She sounds a lot more sincere than it looks in writing.

[mnt_raph]

Not if they don't got it comin'. We ain't monsters.

*There's no such thing as murder in times of war.*

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

That's enough for Jocasta. She nods. "That's quite all right, then."

[mnt_raph]

Hope so. Ain't polite to try an' scold a ninja in his own house.

*Now comes the smirk.

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

And Jocasta smiles warmly, looking down.

"I wasn't going to scold," she says, suddenly shy.