[Donatello is close to him. Close, too close. But Robert doesn't care anymore, right now. Rejection hurt, yes; rejection hurts more than anything. But god he's lonely and finally it feels like something might just go right for once and...]
... [Robert leans forward, his gray eyes full of a mixture of desire and loneliness and panic, and takes Donatello's leathery green cheek softly in one hand. The memory of kissing Helios burns on his lips, and the memories of kissing Benjamin before then haunt his mind like a spectre - he knows this will be different, but... he wants to show that he really does care for Donatello - that maybe he loves Donatello. He doesn't know.
Maybe he'll learn.
Robert leans forward, closing his eyes, and presses his soft, yielding human lips to the turtle's beak. It's a clumsy, shameful, anxious little kiss, but it's a kiss.]
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[Donatello is close to him. Close, too close. But Robert doesn't care anymore, right now. Rejection hurt, yes; rejection hurts more than anything. But god he's lonely and finally it feels like something might just go right for once and...]
... [Robert leans forward, his gray eyes full of a mixture of desire and loneliness and panic, and takes Donatello's leathery green cheek softly in one hand. The memory of kissing Helios burns on his lips, and the memories of kissing Benjamin before then haunt his mind like a spectre - he knows this will be different, but... he wants to show that he really does care for Donatello - that maybe he loves Donatello. He doesn't know.
Maybe he'll learn.
Robert leans forward, closing his eyes, and presses his soft, yielding human lips to the turtle's beak. It's a clumsy, shameful, anxious little kiss, but it's a kiss.]