#caandensaur

well...

Donnie fancies himself more of a suit guy. he's always leaned masculine no matter how he categorizes his gender. as for Ray...

...he just likes the long, flowing styles of Earth clothing. reminds him of his people's fashion.

Sudden, feeble laughter burst from the young alien, who closed his eyes in a mirthful smile and curled in on himself; no doubt while the amusement was a welcome change, the laughter itself made him severely uncomfortable.

Bewildered, Leo and Raph looked at Mikey, at the alien, and back again. Then they both stared at Donatello helplessly, looking for an explanation.

Donatello stepped forward soundlessly. When it became obvious that Seikor didn’t know he was there, Donnie cleared his throat.

“Seikor.”

The ex-Commander’s remaining eye blinked open and focused on the turtle’s heated glare. His expression settled into one of calm, and his face crinkled up in a gentle eye-smile. 

< I had hoped to see you one last time, useless pet. >

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< This is taking too long, > Seikor continued. < Remove the egg, now. >

< H… How? > Curbex whispered.

Seikor leaned forward. < The same way you put them in, > he said, as though it were the most obvious thing ever. He withdrew a long, surgical scalpel from Curbex’s line of tools and held it out. < Bisect the underside of his carapace. > ~