[Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

[OOC: After this]

Mel climbs up on to the balcony without a problem. She's still got three working limbs and her foot is already feeling better. She heals fast.

Swinging herself over the railing, she still doesn't put most of her weight on the left. It's not like she needs to put on a brave face for anyone. So she limps lightly through the living room, not noticing the blood she's treading into the carpet, and heads towards the main bathroom. If she washes in the hot tub she's less likely to be found by people she doesn't want to explain this to.

Her head is buzzing, and not because of the blows she took. Something happened, something Raph didn't seem to recognise, and she doesn't know what or why or how, and she doesn't know what it means.

All she wants is to dress her foot, take a bath, and curl up in bed. And if she can do that without needing to think about anything, then good.

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[mnt_mike]

It's nye on dinner time, and Mike crosses the hall with fixin's from 134. A good home cooked meal is nothing to sneeze at, and one that's brought right to your own kitchen? Why that's nothing to sniffle at. Germs? You're on notice.

From the door to the kitchen Mike is too encumbered by grocieries to notice that anything is a foot...no pun intended. But at some point during his preparation his eye catches on the sight of coppery red where there was no coppery red before.

He wipes his hands on a kitchen towel and begins to follow the trail, calling out to whomever is at the end. Mike draws a weapon...

"Honey? Did you fell an antelope for dinner? I thought we agreed tonight was lasagna night?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel's just about managed to ease off her boot, and is just about to turn the water on to wash with, when she hears him call out to her.

She turns it on anyway, but washes her face first. Her eyes are wet and red with crying, her nostrils have quite a bit of dried blood around them, and she's grubby with sweat, tears and mud.

"Hi Mike," she calls, through the water. "Everythin' OK?"

[mnt_mike]

Mel's voice. Okay, that's good. No wait...blood and Mel's voice. That's not good. Well, it's just blood. Nothing wrong with a little spilt blood, is there? What am I talking about?! Of course there is!

"For a given value of good..."

He responds, stowing his weapon as he slowly eases the door to the bathroom open.

[slayer_fray]

And there she is, at the edge of the tub, face newly washed, sweater and pants grubby and scratched and frayed, with one boot off and a blood soaked left foot, smiling at him a little too widely.

"What's up?"

[mnt_mike]

A single eyebrow arches.

"Wow Lumpydump, you didn't have to brave the malls on my account. I mean, I know how they can be this time of year."

His voice is overly dry on the off chance that the wattage of that artifically huge smile have some how knocked out her internal sarcasm detector. There's a pitstop at the linen closet where he picks up towels of various sizes,...and a first aid kit.

[slayer_fray]

She sits at the edge and rolls her pants leg up to her knee, before gently lowering the foot into the water. She hisses slightly was the wound submerges, but it doesn't look too bad.

She'll say this for Raph: he keeps his sai sharp. The wound is a clean cut. No bones appear broken, and thanks to Slayer healing a nice scab is forming already.

"Lumpydump?" she asks with a cynically raised eyebrow.

[mnt_mike]

"You heard me."

Tone artificially stern. don'tgiveitatasteforblood! it'llonlywantmore!, he wants to scream, but doesn't. Steeling his resolve, he inches closer to the tub. More cautious than even remotely required, Mike dips the corner of the facecloth into the hot water.

"you okay?"

He murmers close to her ear.

[slayer_fray]

"Uh huh," she lies cheerfully. "Got into a fight, is all. Outside."

She lifts her foot to the surface of the water and puts her hand out for the cloth.

[mnt_mike]

Yeah, that's not going to fly so much. Mike holds out his hand for her foot.

"Business or pleasure?"

[slayer_fray]

And her foot he shall receive, heel planted gently in the palm of his hand.

"Sport."

[mnt_mike]

Careful not to tickle, Mike cleans the wound. It's a good solid puncture. Bunnies are growing huge outside...

"Hope you gave as good as you got, at least."

[slayer_fray]

Her toes wiggle up at him; probably not helping, but certainly making the process cuter.

"'Course I did," she says, solidly.

I woke up about to kill your brother.

[mnt_mike]

"Well I suppose that should count for something. And when I think of what that something is, I'll let you know."

He smiles back at her for a brief moment before his attention returns to watching her foot heal. It's the damnedest thing to watch, really.

[slayer_fray]

It's not quite healing at a visibly fast rate. Well, not unless you're really observant, but it certainly doesn't look like only minutes since someone rammed a sai straight through the instep.

Mel leans forward at the waist and wraps her arms around him, drawing him into a rather mucky hug. He's warm, and comforting.

[mnt_mike]

After a momentary pause for surprise, he wraps his arms around her as well.

"you're sure you're okay?"

[slayer_fray]

No.

"Mmm hmm," she says, resting her head on his shoulder, and rests her wounded foot on his knee. "What, I need a reason to hug my boy?"

[mnt_mike]

"No, I think think the unconditional love, adoration, and belief that the sun rises and sets in my pants are enough."

[slayer_fray]

"Well then," is all Mel says, shuffling closer. "I've got all them, y'know."

[mnt_mike]

"Someone just won themselves an additional Christmas Present. I'm not going to say who specifically, because it'll ruin the surprise...but it's someone in this room."

[slayer_fray]

Mel grins against him.

"Senior Squeakins V?" she hazards, as that is the duck currently in her vision.

[mnt_mike]

"And lo' upon him I will bestow the vibrating cucumber of his choice, so sayeth the Geek."

[slayer_fray]

She laughs softly at that and squeezes him gently.

"They do vibrating cucumbers?"

[mnt_mike]

He nods in a solemn-esque manner.

"Oh yes, there are vibrating veggies for all tastes and pursuasions."

[slayer_fray]

Ths is good, this. The banter and the jokes. It almost feels normal.

Almost.

What the Rut is wrong with me?

"Like... eggplant?"

[mnt_mike]

"Lady, if you can eat it...we can make it jiggle on command."

His arm stretches out before the both of them, as if to illustrate just how wide the world before them is.

"Heck, we can even make things you wouldn't eat jiggle. It'll be a jiggle'gasm. Jiggle-topia! Jiggle-po-looza"