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WHO: Kaylee and Mike
WHERE: Clio, a restaurant that is TOTALLY in The City and not cribbed from a place actually in Boston. Totally.
WHEN: 4/16 dinnertimes
WARNINGS: Fancy food, a tab that's far more than two people should spend on a single meal, and also snooty waitstaff.
SUMMARY: Kaylee and Mike go out to celebrate his birthday.
FORMAT: Prose

Mike didn't know why he was nervous. It's not like this was a date or anything.
Because it wasn't.
A date.

He knew that, and he was more then positive that she knew that. What he worried about was whether or not she knew that he knew that. Because he totally did. Know that. He did.

Ugh. This mental run around was exhausting.
For what was the umpteenth time since he and Raph had 'ported in, Mike wished that April was here to help him with this. People were/are....weird. They're almost like turtles, and nothing like they are on tv, and this was more than a little confusing for him.

So there he was, standing outside of Kaylee's door, partaking in a deep calming breath.
Master Splinter would be so proud.
You know, aside from the fact that Mike was about to break about a million of the old rat's rules in one fell swoop.

Mike knocks on the door, and then attempts not to fidget.

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Mike really didn't need to worry. Kaylee wasn't one to jump to conclusions like that, no. Unless there were obviously expressed intentions (usually ones about sex) she didn't presume anything. She went places with friends all the time, and it was never a thing. Assumptions just made things strange.

When she answers the door, she's all grins and giggles. She's got her one nice City outfit on (well, she got it for one of the big fancy parties around here, and she's never been one to wear and discard, she gets her money's worth), she's just fussing with the jewelry.

"Heya," she says, waving him in. "Just gimme a second, I oughta grab my bag."

"Take you're time, we've got plenty of it to spare," he says walking into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

Mike's looking pretty sharp his own self, which is rather impressive when one considers his suit is third-hand and was originally tailored for someone with a linebacker's frame. Really, it's more a matter of hemming than anything else. Though...where he got the soft orange hula girl tie is anyone's guess.

"You look lovely," he says after a rather awkward pause.

She shrugs that first off as she runs for her purse. She's not one to take forever just because she can, either.

And she'll shrug off the compliment in much the same way. Not because she doesn't appreciate it, because she does; she's just never known quite how to take things like that. Not when they're just thrown out without context.

"You're cleaned up good, too," she grins. She means that with the most sincere sincerity there could be.

"Yeah?"
He's brushes non-existent lint from his sleeve, and adjusts his collar and tie.

Mike loves compliments. Really, any kind of attention, but especially compliments.

"I suppose I do. Thank you for noticing."

"Yeah! The suit's nice," she says. Putting effort into dressing up every so often can be fun.

"It's not too bad at that." He continues to primp. "I am forever thankful that there's a big and tall section to Goodwill. Not that I need the tall, but the big helps go around the shell."

"Yeah, I follow," Kaylee nods. "An' Goodwill's nice f'anyone, really." The dress she has on was a first-run impulse buy (she figured she owed herself one) but a lot of her everyday things are pure secondhand and unashamedly so.

This dinner is going to be the very first thing that Mike will splurge on. When he survives it, new clothes are sure to follow.

"I've got to say it was kind of neat to actually be in a store when it's open, and pay at the register and everything."

Like a real customer.

"Not somethin' you do often?" Genuine curiosity.

His snout wrinkles.

"Yeah, not so much, no. We uh...don't blend, back home, my brothers and I."

Kaylee makes a face. That was probably a silly question. "Gotcha," she mutters. She's blushing a little, yes.

Mike's smile softens. Kaylee's question is the kind of thing that would rankle Raph, but Mike is far more easy going.

"Whole lot less challenging to just walk in the front door, though. Normally? Normally we have to sneak in, try on stuff, pay, and then sneak out without leaving any sort of a trace."

It's the best game ever. Ninjitsu without a bodycount.

"Āiyā, that's gotta be stressful," she murmurs. She doesn't see the game part of it right off.

There's the snout wrinkle again, but this time it's matched with a wicked grin.

"Not always. Actually, rarely is it stressful. We're kind of good at it, if I do say so myself. So it's more like, fun than anything else. Like being in a heist movie."

"When you put it that way," Kaylee giggles. She still hasn't watched a lot of movies here, but she's done the heist thing. And when there aren't guns involved, it can be sort of exciting.

No guns. Never guns.

...

Okay, there was that one time, but they were the guns of the squirt variety. And that's hardly the same thing.

"I'd say we could totally go on one of those, but...with the number of vigilantes and the massive upgrade security systems have had in the last twenty years...it'd probably end poorly."

A laugh. "Ye-ah," she agrees. "Heists here wouldn't be quite the same, I'm thinkin'."

"What I can't tell is whether or not the increased risk would make them more, or less fun to try."

Kaylee thinks about this a moment. "Dunno. Maybe more if you weren't caught, less if you were, less if it got violent."