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[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel, who is hanging by her knees from a rafter in a corner, staaares.

[mnt_mike]

Mike is happily humming to himself as he settles in...well, until that familar someone is watching you feeling settles with him. He doesn't remember packing that feeling in the basket. Strange. Unlike most people, Mike's first instinct is to look up.

With a scandalized look, he throws a piece of fabric over the top of his Plastron.

"Wicked woman! Trying to see down my shell!"

[slayer_fray]

She smirks and drops down nimbly, if not particularly gracefully.

"I'm a bad girl, aren't I?

"Now, what the rut are you doing?"

[mnt_mike]

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm sewing. Or well, I will be sewing."

[slayer_fray]

"Sewing what, exactly?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim can't help himself. He comes sniffing up to Mike, his face elongated and lupine.*

My, what a pretty basket that is my dear....And where are you off to?

[mnt_mike]

Without missing a beat, Mike takes a piece of black pinstiped fabric and tosses it over his head.

"Why I'm going to visit my grandmother who lives deep within this wood."

Then he taps the table.

"Hello? Grandmother? CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?!?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim shakes hsi head and his face shifts back to normal.*

So, whacha sewin? Another nightie?

[mnt_mike]

He sighs wistfully.

"If only I had the right material. The potential for torment is right off the scale. But no, I'm letting out my tux for the party on Sunday. I've shed a couple of times since I made it, and I don't think it'll fit anymore."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim grins, holding up a hand.*

I can make sure it fits, if you like.

[lvpd_sidle]

Glancing around, Sara spots Mike and his basket. Her eyebrows raise.

"Hey, Mike."

[mnt_mike]

Still unpacking, Mike looks over and gives her a wave.

"Hey! How's it going. Moved off the couch, I see."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I've been known to frequent the barstools as well," she retorts with a grin. "It's going well enough. My supervisor even apologised to me when I went back to work."

She nods towards the basket. "Sewing?"

[mnt_mike]

"Woah, supervisors apologize? That's news to me...not that I've got a supervisor or anything, but on tv the people in charge never apologize. Good on you!"

He gives the bag a loving tap.

"Yup, I'm honing my womanly arts, don'cha know."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Mmmm. Well, he probably realized I was close to handing in my resignation letter. He only seems to notice what a jerk he is around those times."

She laughs at that. "You'll make for any man, a fine wife," she says, keeping her face straight.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

Smiles. "I'm going to venture a guess that you're Mike."

[mnt_mike]

"That's a pretty damn good venture right there. I see my reputation procedes me."

He smiles warmly.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

She nods and grins. "Indy told me about you."

"I'm Romana." Offers her hand.

[mnt_mike]

"All good things, I hope. The bad ones are all lies. Damned lies."

He shakes her hand. His is slightly warmer than room temperature, and has the feel of soft broken-in leather.

"Mike, but then you knew that."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"Oh he went on and on about how you were making food for the party and how he felt like he was five years old. But I assured him he didn't need your help to feel that way." Winks.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

From the bar, a woman gives Mike a calculating look. Well, she probably does. Her head's tilted the right way, but it's hard to tell behind those sunglasses.

[mnt_mike]

Mike shoots the woman a winning smile. It's not exactly award winning, but only for lack of not having entered actual awards.

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

The woman hands him a blue ribbon - no wait... The corners of her mouth do twitch, though. A little.

"Excuse me," she calls to him in question, "Do you have a brother?"

[mnt_mike]

"Me? Nope. I've got three."

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

A polite smile.

"Is one of them called Raph?"