OOM: Suite 134

[mnr_splinter]

It's around mid-morning at Milliways when Splinter climbs the stairs and wends his way to Michaelangelo's suite. A faint smile curls along his muzzle as he raps solidly on the door with the end of his staff. The announcement should be loud enough to wake even the heaviest sleeping ninja, by his calculations.

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[slayer_fray]

Shame all the ninjas around here are in the shower, singing loud enough to almost drown out the knock.

Almost, but not quite. Mel's training again, doing a handstand on the edge of the coffee table.

Either she's getting the hang of her body again, or her strength is improving. She's been able to hold this for nearly a minute, now.

"It's open!"

Not an invite. Just a statement of fact.

[mnr_splinter]

There's a moment of silence. Then the handle turns and in he ambles-a shortish rat garbed in a tan kimono, brown fur speckled with gray. Claws tick on the hardwood in between the taps of his walking stick; wise aged eyes making a slow surveillance of the room.

He pauses by the dining table, facing the inverted woman, and bows his head respectfully.

[slayer_fray]

Mel turns her head to see who it is, and starts when she sees a giant rat. Not because it's a giant rat of course, but because that can only be one person.

Her hands slip and she stumbles, fmaubling comiccally in midair before falling hard on the coffee table.

"Hi!" She says from that position.

[mnr_splinter]

Still bowed, he replies in a gentle tone. It is a voice layered with honor, warmth and deeply insightful intellect.

"Melaka."