[Robert isn't any better, of course. Their clumsy kiss probably doesn't last more than half a minute, but when it breaks, gently, Robert curls up to Donatello and sort of hides his face against the turtle's plastron.
Muffled, he mumbles against Don's chest.]
I-I... ah... W-Was... was that alright? I, I probably should have a-asked and... [He trails off. The reality that he kissed somebody of, ostensibly, his own free will is a very powerful reality.]
... [He looks silently, but almost guiltily up at Donatello, his face flushed deeply, before a weak, shy little smile emerges.]
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Muffled, he mumbles against Don's chest.]
I-I... ah... W-Was... was that alright? I, I probably should have a-asked and... [He trails off. The reality that he kissed somebody of, ostensibly, his own free will is a very powerful reality.]
... [He looks silently, but almost guiltily up at Donatello, his face flushed deeply, before a weak, shy little smile emerges.]