[OOM: Olau. The Young Household.]

[mnt_raph]

Thank the Goddess for an empty house. Raph now fully appreciates why Splinter only chastised them after he and his brothers had snuck out, instead of stopping to lecture them before hand.

He rolls slightly, pressing a kiss to Abigail's forehead, before sitting up and getting to his feet. His clothes are around here somewhere...

"Hungry?" he asks, pulling his breeches over his anachronistic boxer shorts. Seven years is long enough to go without underwear, thank you very much. The boxers aren't the only new edition to his wardrobe that seem ever present these days, his Milliways Security Badge is rarely removed if he can at all avoid it.

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[tortallan_npc]

"Oh, you tell him," she smirks, putting a fair bit of emphasis on 'tell.' "It'll twist him up more than a colicky pig."

But Goddess help him if he really tries to resist.

[mnt_raph]

"That's an image I needed."

He adjusts his shirt, and the badge he's concealing underneath.

"Abs? This trip ain't proper, is it?"

Because sometimes the finer points of "courting" are lost on him.

[tortallan_npc]

Abigail gives him a Look.

"Maybe not. But since when has proper pricked your conscience, or mine?"

[mnt_raph]

Since Alanna made the joke about the katana and marriage, but he's not telling her that. So instead he just shrugs.

"We ain't ever really left like this before, an' I don't like the idea of leavin' Thomas to deal with Owen, is all."

[tortallan_npc]

"Don't be worryin' about Thomas. He's had more years to accustom himself to Owen's moods than I've seen!"

She lifts her chin.

"It's what I want, and no less proper than this, or you stayin' with me."

[mnt_raph]

He stands and crosses the room to her.

"I just worry sometimes, is all. My ways ain't yours. But if you're okay, then I'm okay."

Because anyone who even remotely thinks about making Abigail feel not-okay about her decisions will have to answer to him.

[tortallan_npc]

It would take a great deal for someone to be able to make her feel badly about her decisions. They are her decisions to make and once made are rarely second-guessed.

That doesn't mean his concern is unappreciated.

"I am," she assures him. "Your ways suit me just fine, though Goddess knows I'll drop dead of hunger before you get 'round to feedin' me."

[mnt_raph]

He laughs, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It's how I keep you from gettin' away. Come on, let's see what we can scrounge."

[tortallan_npc]

Returning the hug, Abigail laughs.

"Aye, that and your turtle pants keep me close." She releases him and starts for the door. "If we're to be leavin', I hope whatever we scrounge comes with a bottle of Olau red."

She feels like a small, private celebration.

[mnt_raph]

Still smirking, Raph follows close behind.

"Think that can be arranged. Helped Cookie build some shelves in the cellar not too long ago. He owes me one."

[tortallan_npc]

"He likes me. All I've got to do is ask."

It's sassy, amused and... probably true.