#boficionado

{~ℒ  The eldest isn’t exactly sure why Donnie wants to see him in the dojo. Normally it’s the lab, so he’s curious as to what the other wants to talk to him about that it was imperative to see him here. His confusion is only magnified when he sees Donnie with his Eku setting across his lap and a look that says ‘I’m completely done’. 

Standing with his hands on his hips, the eldest was about to ask what this was about until Donnie spoke up before words could even leave his mouth. A brow raises at the other before the cerulean eyes shift away from him. He Leo is aware that the way he acts around him is aggravating but, he finds that he just can’t help it. 

Not that it isn’t for a complete lack of trying, just...not as much as he should. Donnie’s let it go, but it wasn’t his fault that he was paralyzed. It was him and the stupid choice of going out to help Karai without telling them. 

A deep inhale is taken in through his nose before it’s released heavily through his lips. 

     Raphael’s hand meets his hip as his brother retorts, his lips pursing and twisting as he listens and silently considers what to do next. Of course Donnie wasn’t going to accept help so easily. But he didn’t usually turn it down as harshly as that either. Something was up, and something had been up for weeks, but Raph knew he wasn’t the one to bring it crashing down.

   He doesn’t pry. That’s not what Raph does. He minds his own business, keeps to himself, trains hard and fights harder. He doesn’t poke his head in where it isn’t needed and he definitely doesn’t ask his brothers to open up and gush out all their sensitive feelings because he’s pretty sure if he did that, he’d throw up.

   What Raph does do is always choose the most frustrating route, and his lips shift into a smirk as soon as he decides on his next course of action.

     “How ‘bout option three?”

“…steak fries?”

                    lianacarmen started a chat with duzmachines

“I thought I’d seen the limit of odd things in the LA sewers, but none of them have ever been host to... well, you, so perhaps they’re not quite as odd as I’d thought.”

“Don, wake up!” He was crying, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t care. His brother had just gotten run through and it was his fault. He should have been faster, more alert. The pointed weapon had been ripped from the older mutant’s shell, blood oozing out of the wound. That probably wasn’t helping any, he remembered hearing something about not pulling out an object that’s impaling someone or they’d bleed out faster.

Assuming Donatello was even still alive.

They needed to get home. Donnie needed help and they needed to get home now. Carefully, he tried to lift the other up, draping his limp arm across his shoulders. “Hang on, Donnie, hang on. Just hold on, Donnie, stay with us, ok?”

“Oh, hey Donnie. Surprised you still recognise me beneath all these scars. 

|| are they really incorrect if they’re so canon?

Casey: So, Don, how good with technology exactly are you?

Donnie: I have never put in a USB the wrong way.