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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits at the piano again, still working on a song. He looks like he's ready to throw the notebook into the fire, really.

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[balletrat]

*Meg tries valiantly to hold back her giggles as she applauds.

It doesn't work for too terribly long.*

Perfect. Any more scampery and they'd make you an honorary mouse.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Should I learn to dance on my toes, too?" He grins at her and throws himself down at her feet. He needs to start running again--he's breathing a little hard.

[balletrat]

Only if you actually plan to join the Opera, *Meg says, with a grin.* I'd lend you toe shoes - *she glances at his feet -* but I think mine might be a little small for you -

[bloodyrockgod]

He regards his feet. "Yeah, I don't know how these behemouths would fit into those itty-bitty things. Probably too old to start learning to dance anyway."

[balletrat]

No, you're never too old, *Meg protests.* I mean, too old to be professional, maybe, but you're never too old to learn anything, I think.

*Meg has some ridiculously optimistic qualities.*

[bloodyrockgod]

"I'm already very bendy," he admits. "It's the yoga."

[balletrat]

*Meg grins, innocently.*

Can you do this?

*She wiggles her toes - from above her head, her leg parallel to her ear.*

[bloodyrockgod]

"No, but I can do this." From his position on the floor he pushes himself up into the bridge post, his shirt crawling up to expose a strip of pale English tummy.

[balletrat]

*Meg -

oh, come on, she can't help it -

pokes the English tummy. In the side. Where it could be presumed to be ticklish.*

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie yelps. The bridge collapses.

It is ticklish. Very, very, ticklish.

[balletrat]

*Meg smiles innocently, and folds her hands demurely behind her back.*

It's difficult to hold for long, I know, *she says sympathetically.*

[bloodyrockgod]

"Particularly when I'm being poked, you evil ballerina girl." He mock-glares at her.

[balletrat]

Clearly you just can't maintain the proper concentration, *Meg says primly.

The corner of her mouth is not twitching at all.*

[bloodyrockgod]

"Clearly. Just for that, I'm not showing you any more. You're mean." He sticks out his tongue at her.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks wide, sad blue eyes at him, and looks tragic.*

- mean? Me?

[bloodyrockgod]

"Tickling me when I'm upside down and defenseless."

[balletrat]

It was such a perfect opportunity, though! *Meg protests.* It was begging for it. To resist it would have been a crime.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I can't even tickle you back! I'd probably break you."

[balletrat]

I'm not that breakable, *Meg says, rather indignantly.* I'm very muscly.

[bloodyrockgod]

"You're teeny," he pronounces and gets to his feet.

"And I should get upstairs for bathtime and good night kisses with the bebbeh. Good night, Meg."

[balletrat]

Gnight, Charlie, *Meg says cheerfully.*