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🐢 ❝ .. what’s yer brilliant plan, don. ‘m listenin. ❞

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#donatello-technobabbles #🐢 ⎛sainw v: not the same as it ever was. its broken && lost ⎠

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

🐢 [ 8:00 a.m. ; txt: donnie ] did you know the toaster blew up overnight ??

[ 8:07 a.m. ; txt: donnie ] i swear it wasn’t me.

#donatello-technobabbles #🐢 ⎛i still have no idea but okay? | meme replies ⎠#🐢 ⎛ 2003 v: worry leads to fear. fear leads to anger. anger leads to worry .. no hold on. ⎠

ς θ

So send my muse a symbol, to see how my muse would touch yours, if…

θ: …they are afraid of your muse.

//THIS Donatello? If he were afraid it would probably be something like this: (I’m going to try and stick to the actual meme and just reply with a touch :D)

He was done letting fear get the best of him, so he threw caution to the wind and leaned over to wrap his arms tightly around his ‘little’ brother.

//MNTG Don though, might be a bit different but with the same result:

Mikey’s heart was pounding, but he was committed. one hand slowly clapped his brother’s shoulder, then the other. It was probably the slowest maneuver he’d ever done, and it took many seconds before he finally found himself with his chest against Donatello’s, finally shoving fear aside and throwing himself all in to a tight hug. Relief washed over him and his hand moved to press his head against his brother’s.

ς: …they want to ask for comfort.

Asking for comfort was never hard for him. He scooted up close to his brother, tucking his head down and up against Donatello’s neck. Universal sign for comfort time with little brother. It worked every time.

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Donatello jerked awake at the buzzing sound that came from his end table. He did not have to even bother looking at the message to know exactly who it was from. There was only one person who would dare text him before knowing that he had been able to have coffee and begin to resemble a rational person again.

He had almost managed to dismiss the message and settle back into sleep when a second message came through. He opened the message with an irritated swipe of his finger and was completely unsurprised to see his little brother’s icon. With a sigh he quickly typed back the response.

[8:09 AM ; txt; Michelangelo] Good morning, Mikey. I hope you rested well. It had not yet been brought to my attention that the toaster had exploded. It seems to do that quite frequently lately. Such a strange phenomenon, don’t you think?

[8:11 AM ; txt; Michelangelo] Thank you so much for helping me to keep this house running.

[8:12 AM ; txt; Michelangelo] Just one question.

[8:12 AM ; txt; Michelangelo] What the shell did you do to the toaster, Mikey??

🐢 he couldn’t help but groan at the first text he got back, rubbing his face in exhaustion at the long text -------- it was 8 in the morning && while sure he was hungry as a horse it wasn’t his fault it was broke. it was raph that did this. look at the sai marks, that ain’t a mess his ‘chuck causes.

[ 8:14 a.m. ; txt: donnie ] i didn’t do SHELL to the toaster, d. it was raph who did it, honest.

#donatello-technobabbles #🐢 ⎛ 2003 v: worry leads to fear. fear leads to anger. anger leads to worry .. no hold on. ⎠#🐢 ⎛we're gonna be shell queue'd | queue ⎠

"I'm supposed to be afraid of a bread knife? It's not even that sharp!"

Raph blinked and glanced down at the knife, before giving a huff and shooting Donnie a look. “Sharp enough for me. I can make it work.”

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Too late for that, Donnie; About a few years late, actually. Once you earn Aislinn’s love, you’re stuck with her. She eased up the hug a bit at sensing his awkwardness, hoping she hadn’t overdone it. She relaxed as Donatello returned the hug soon though, his brotherly warmth making her heart feel light as a feather, and she smiled up at him kindly. And to think, she used to hate being touched, too...But ever since she had met the Turtles, she had overcome that obstacle, and her struggle with her Autism had gotten better as she had grown up with them. She had been quiet, insecure and nervous; Now she was practically a social butterfly. A 14 year old girl with a lot of spirit. She giggled lightly, raising a brow at him playfully, tone teasing.