Forty-Third Theory [Mostly Action]

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((General post for the next two weeks or so. Preemptive tl;dr, find him anywhere, though suggestion of day/place/activity is appreciated.))

[As May begins, and as a fairly large percentage of May goes by, Donatello can be found doing the following things:

-Jogging through the woods, tracking down any signs of life detected by the departed Mr. Scott's not-really-new-and-not-exactly-improved-either tricorder. ((New Feathers, feel free to jump in here.))

-Hauling huge loads of books to and from the library.

-Studying these books - in and around House 55, at the library itself, by the fountain, at the coffee shop, alongside the river... pretty much anywhere.

-Copying diagrams from the books into his journal.

-Working at the smithy, trying to create physical equivalents of these diagrams.

-Digging through bins at the item shop.

-Practicing wind magic or good old-fashioned ninjutsu in various open areas around the edges of the village.

And a few more specific actions:]


[Don needs a few minutes of your time. If you don't dare to approach him while he's working, he'll come looking for you.]



[Some rainy evening, Don will show up at Robert's door with a duffel bag and a goofy grin. You owe him a nanocomputer demonstration - and he brought you a gift.]



Frederic, a question, if you have a minute...

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That would be cheating.

[And having a plastron is great. Definitely better than the alternative. How do you stand it?]





[What? Dodging the question? Certainly not...]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert is actually willing to push the issue, albeit gently.]

Please? It would be something I would want to do...

[He nuzzles his cheek lightly against Don in an insistent way.

Oh no, you're totally not dodging the question there, Don.]

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[Damn your persistence.]

[Don glances out the window again. It's getting late.]

After this I have to go.

[That's a tacit yes - or an opportunity to rescind the offer and make use of the remaining time in some other way.]

[semper_cogitans]

[nooo turtle don't leave me

Robert wouldn't really know what else to do at this point, other than kiss/cuddle Don. Or ramble about something else nerdy. Or both.

Maybe this is a both opportunity?]

Well... is there anywhere I could touch that would be pleasant for you? As in, something that... would actually provoke a positive response...

[Other than perhaps his genital region, though Robert isn't thinking of that at the moment even if his mun is.]

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[Okay, you win.]

[Don disentangles himself halfway, and taps Robert's shoulder.] Let me up.

[semper_cogitans]

Ah, my apologies. [Robert scoots obediently out of the way, making sure his various limbs aren't tangled up in the turtle's, and then looks up at him with an expression reminiscent of a seagull attempting to coax a person into throwing that especially-tasty looking morsel in said seagull's direction.

The effect is cuter and more workable on a seagull, but hey.]

... Yes?

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Come here. [In one move, he stands up, draws his bo over his shoulder, and lies stomach-down on the floor, placing the weapon at a convenient distance.]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert gets up off of the couch and wanders over to his partner's side, standing next to him in a way that suggests that he's considering kneeling or sitting down but isn't sure if he should do either yet.

And those smooth motions that Don does so often are only now starting to be associated with "ninja training". After four months.]

Shall I kneel or something for this...?

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Mm-hmm.

[He folds his arms and rests his head on them, looking up at Robert with one eye.]

You can't tell anyone about this.

[semper_cogitans]

I would never disclose anything about you that you did not explicitly give me permission to disclose.

[Robert gives Don his best dead seriousness look, kneeling carefully next to him.

... Despite the scratches and other marks on its surface, Don's shell is really beautiful. Robert admires it a little bit.]

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[With your tendency to monologue, Don doesn't believe that for an instant. But if he explicitly tells you not to talk about something, he's pretty sure you won't.]

Lean on it.

[semper_cogitans]

[If it's any consolation, Robert doesn't realize how dangerous it is to spread information around - yet. He's still stuck in his "all knowledge is good knowledge and everybody deserves to know it" mindset from Terra.

... Yeah, somebody should wake him up to the dangerous possibilities of that soon before it comes back to bite him.]

... On your shell? [Robert places his small hands on Don's shell and does some approximation of leaning onto it. He's... being way too careful, actually.]

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[He flaps his hand against the carpet.]

More.

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert bites back the "but I don't want to hurt you" because he figures it's actually relatively unlikely that he could.

He leans more of his paltry weight into Don, trying to spread out the pressure a little. It probably looks completely ridiculous from a third-person perspective.

Hey, at least it's giving him a nice opportunity to study Don's shell patterns...]

You... enjoy the pressure of this, correct?

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Ye- [It's not enough yet. He shifts a little.] Really, more is better. You don't weigh anything.

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert debates just... sitting on Don's shell at this point if he wants more pressure, but for now he simply decides to lean harder into don, splaying his fingertips and almost attempting to massage what is hard and unyielding keratin.]

I am rather light, aren't I...

[Never has it been so obvious until he had a living tank as a boyfriend.]

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[Don lets out a breath and seems to sink a little into the carpet.]

Mm.

[It's an 'mm' of contentment, not of agreement that you're too skinny. Even though you are.]

[semper_cogitans]

[Please ignore that capitalism failure.

Robert continues trying to provide adequate pressure to Don's shell, varying where he puts his hands and resting his cheek against the smooth keratin. He may just be enough of a sap to kiss Don's shell a few times, though Don might not feel them beyond weak points of heat and pressure alongside his hands.]

... I'm glad that you like this...

[It's something he can do that's nice for Don, anyway.]

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[Don doesn't notice - he can't distinguish between kisses and normal touches. He's vaguely aware that Robert is laying on him, but he doesn't mind.]

[He lies quietly under his partner's hands, his demeanor completely different from the earlier "lesson".]

Only a few more minutes, okay?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert notes this to himself - Don is completely relaxed with these touches. There's no trace of his earlier panic when Robert was touching his plastron... just quiet enjoyment. He wonders why there's a discrepancy, and what he can do to help surmount it.

Is that why Don doesn't want him telling anybody else about this?]

Please inform me when you want me to stop...

... You know, your shell is quite beautiful. [It's Robert's characteristic random, blunt observation, but it's a sincere one.]

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I don't really want you to... [He shifts again, half making himself comfortable, half a sort of test run for actually getting up.] You know how my family is...

[A soft smile at the random compliment.] So I've been told.

[semper_cogitans]

Ah. It's more simple pragmatism then. [Robert would be happy to have Don stay over, of course, but he figures that his brothers and father wouldn't be too thrilled.]

... I almost miss how mine looked... [Thoughtfully, as he continues to knead Don's resilient carapace under his fingers:] Did the one scute you kept from me actually remain after the experiment ended?

[For what it's worth, the mun thinks it would. After all, the Sky Bison hair stuck around...]

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[It takes Don a minute to remember what Robert is talking about. A lot has happened since then. When he makes the connection, he brightens.]

It did.

... Did you want it back?

[semper_cogitans]

Other than to do analysis on it sometime? I would rather you keep it... you were the one who wanted it, and I trust that you would take better care of it than I would.

[Thoughtfully:] If the Malnosso ever make you a human again, I may ask to keep a lock of your hair or something similar...

[He'd totally analyze it too. Just to be nerdy. Sentimentally nerdy.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Take better care of it? It's not like shed scutes are particularly fragile.]

[He can't help twitching at that suggestion. Despite repeated assurances to the contrary, he can't quite conceive of hair-cutting as not being painful.]

Only if I'm not someone else.