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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.

Date: 2009-04-14 09:42 pm (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Look down)
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Another laugh, because thinking of them barging into rooms without knocking always brings one certain incident to mind.

She gives him another kiss, this time on the top of his head, and goes to draw the curtains.

"Is it safe to travel so far?"

Spidrens won't be intimidated or distracted by Raph's turtle boxers.

Date: 2009-04-15 12:40 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
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"And I've my trusty blade," Abigail remarks, tossing a smile over her shoulder.

Turning, she plants her hands on her hips.

"D'you wish to tell Thomas or should I?"

She looks rather pleased at the idea.

Date: 2009-04-15 01:24 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
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"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.

Date: 2009-04-15 01:58 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Soft as steel)
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Abigail gives him a Look.

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

Date: 2009-04-15 02:32 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
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"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."

Date: 2009-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
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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."

Date: 2009-04-15 03:20 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Smile)
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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.

Date: 2009-04-15 03:34 am (UTC)
tortallan_npc: ([Abigail] Sassy pants)
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"He likes me. All I've got to do is ask."

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

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