[CC and Master Splinter - it's really dumb]
"Uh, hope yer don't mind all the cats runnin' roun' sir," Casey mutters, watching as one scampered away, "They keep the rats an' mice from eatin' all the grain an' makin' 'em sick, uh, no offense."
Casey then pauses, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looks directly at Splinter,
"'Less yer plan on eatin' my grain, in which case, full offense."
"Please make sure every bit is return Donatello, I'm sure our guest would like to not replace their toaster." Donatello seemed to turn attention to him and offered that look only a child could to a parent. As if they were caught and in trouble, Splinter simply set his thin bony paw to their forearm. To show he wasn't being scolded and that seemed enough to earn Splinter an explanation on how Don was planning to improve the toaster. He is sure their gracious host wouldn't mind a toaster fixed up like new. Before he decided to venture outside himself now.
It wasn't exactly something any of them could take advantage of, able to walk out and about in the open like this. Sun bright and warm against his fur, a rare feeling he had only felt a number of times through his years of sneaking up to the surface with his sons. Night life was more what they knew easier to hid when in the dark and out of sight. So getting to openly stroll around the world they did call home was a nice rare luxury they all seemed to be taking advantage of all thanks to the kindness of a stranger they happened across. Donatello, the busy bee they were seemed occupied with a toaster. Splinter eyed them a moment as they had ripped the appliance apart and set all the pieces to the table. Splinter smiled a little no different than when he was a kid always needed something to keep his hands busy it seemed.
Though it seemed all his sons needed something to keep their minds off the situation. As he found his path crossed with his youngest happily sat in the dirt among some chickens as he was setting down their food for them. Though he noted how the birds stared at his youngest only for more to be thrown out. Well at least Michelangelo was helping out around the farm even if it was far more play to them. A slight whack of his cane to the back of the shell. Not enough to hurt but get their attention as Mikey tipped back his head and smiled brightly as he always did. Splinter looked their face over and smiled he could see worry there but seemed getting to distract himself with the chickens was doing good for him. A gentle pat to their head was given. Mikey scrunching up his face trying to nuzzle in against the palm of Splinters hand in turn soaking in the affection. "Be nice to Mr. Jones' chicken my son." is all he tell them before he continued on his walk. Where he finds the last two of his boys.
He knows he shouldn't but he slips inside the barn and finds the wall nearest to where he saw them standing, not paying mind to the cats that seemed to be lounging around inside. A few stalking about smaller rats but seemed aware to stay clear of himself. Leonardo was still healing and getting back on his feet, trying to get back on his feet at least. Well aware of his oldest son's issue but didn't seem he needed to be the one to talk to them. As he made his way closer to the outside of the barn, an ear lifted up. He should have more faith in his son Raphael but when he hears that sharpness to their tone as they speak to Leo he worries that anger is about to spark. It lacks any bite though. As Leo goes one about what happened Raphael doesn't seem to allow them to dwell on making it out to be his fault. They seem to be handling this fine between them even if a punch is thrown he is assured it won't lead to anything more. Though Splinter was invested in Raphael's tone something different about it? not that the rat has much time to linger on that thought when the door opens once again he is quick to move from the wall. As if he hadn't been engaging in an admittedly bad behaviors of ease dropping on his oldest sons. Sat in some of the hay even with the cats near by him he simply watched as Mr.Jones walked in seeming to take note they weren't alone in the barn themself.
Eyes fixed on the man as he simply smiles and gives a slightly bow of his head moving to stand as if he just been sitting there this whole time. "apologizes Mr.Jones I was simply taking a moment to myself to mediate." the rat lied without any trace of it in his tone "but seems I found company?" he points out drawing attention to one of the other cats that had found their way in the barn.
"Uh, hope yer don't mind all the cats runnin' roun' sir,"
They joined Splinter as they seemed to watch the same creature take off to contuine it's hut in the barn or to simply find a place to rest.
"They keep the rats an' mice from eatin' all the grain an' makin' 'em sick, uh, no offense."
Splinter noted as much, they seemed interested in him due to his scent but when they saw he was far large than their usual finds they seemed to distinct him from his fellow kind, Splinter didn't pay much mind to the rest of what they mentioned it wasn't exactly like he could deny any of that. besides he hadn't exactly been a normal rat for many years now, so he can't fault humans methods for trying to handle his kind. Least Jones let the cats do the work and didn't go about it in a more cruel manner. That didn't seem to be the mans way. That did seem to stand out to him a moment as he thought back to his sons. Attention shifting to the human watching as they narrowed their eyes at him.
"'Less yer plan on eatin' my grain, in which case, full offense."
"if you find any grain going missing, I assure you it won't be my doing. You might need to double check how much Michelangelo is giving your hens Mr.Jones." Splinter expresses. He was still a rat but also a father who rather his sons be respectful of their hosts kindness. "But no offense is taken after all you have done for my family I am nothing but grateful to you and in your debt." He offers another bow this time lowering his shoulders as he shifts his weight forward on his cane. "if not for you my Son never would have had a chance to heal. None of my sons in fact, you are very kind to allow them to enjoy the fresh air here and put up with them. I know they are handfuls but they mean well." Splinter says to express his own gratitude their way. "Letting Donatello fidget with your things seems to help keep him busy from dwelling and worrying to much, Michelangelo may be spoiling your chickens but he seems to enjoy the company they give and it's kept his sprites high, Leonardo was able to rest and is still able to recover in peace as well." he just glad they are together most of all though he seemed to leave one son out.
"I also thank you for what you seem to do for my son Raphael, he is at best overly emotional one at times. I know hes been worried about things going on. Your company seems to be calming to his spirits." Finally lifting uo his head and he tilts it back right properly face the man.
"You have done a lot for my family over all your kindness I hope you know we're all grateful for but my hotheaded son the most seems to have taken a lot of relief from it." Splinter states offering the thanks on all thier behalf needed or not they were lucky Casey was as he is or who knows what thier current state would be. "I promise are stay won't be long once we can well return home but I do hope you'll contuine your friendship with Raphael he seems to have made a great companion in you and I'd like him to have better influence for himself." The father in the rat coming out then and there as his ear flicks noting his sons seemed to have left he offers a nod of his head.
"I'll get out of your way for now, also thought the grain looks tempting I'm far mkre favored towards tea myself." It was a playful remark but he still felt the need to defend himself.
