Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello doesn't notice the announcement when it's made, and even after someone shows it to him, he won't bother addressing the 'commandant'. Instead, he'll send a locked message to someone much more important.]

Robert...

[Some time later, he'll add one more locked message.]

Kay, I think I'm going to have to reschedule.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Once he hears Leo and Don finish they're little discussion, Raph will shuffle into the kitchen as stealthily as possible, looking for Mike and some info. You still around, bro?]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike is beating an innocent wad of bread dough into submission with a grim determination which is actually close to panic.

You are one of those people around here who has\might\eventually may get laid, so don't expect too much out of your little brother. He's a little freaked out right now.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph wanders in when he sees the coast's clear, then goes to lean on the counter by Mike, watching him pound the crap out of that dough.]

What'd he say?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Shifty eyes. Don't make him say it.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Silence and Mike are never meant to mix. Not in a time like this. But he knows his brother well enough to not even need the words. Raph can already feel the bile rising in his throat.]

He...?

[He just. Cringes.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Pound pound pound.

You know, bread that has been kneaded as much as this has is not good for eating. What Mike is wrestling with is probably nothing more than a big wad of gluten by now.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Holy shit. Seriously?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike hunches his shoulders, an uncharacteristically closed-off gesture for him.

He does NOT want to talk about this.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph will just... carry on as always.]

Ugh, nasty! I think I'm gonna be sick.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[How do you think he feels?]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's kind of forgotten to consider that. He's busy wiping at his mouth like subconsciously getting rid of a bad taste. To his credit, this's the most energy he's displayed in a long time, even if he is still leaning on the counter instead of stomping around like he wants to.]

No way. He got laid before me!

[He shakes his head.]

With Robert, though. Does that even count?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Arrgghh!

[Mike screams in frustration, clapping his hands over his ears.

Excuse me while your brother acts like a big baby, Raph.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Well that snaps him out of his little tizzy, and he stands there with his arms crossed, waiting for Mike to finish.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

-aagh.

[Okay, he's done now.

Man, that poor bread dough. Is it salvageable? Mike pokes at it experimentally.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

You done?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike grunts ambivalently and takes a pinch of dough between his fingers, trying to break it off, but all he'll get for his trouble is a long string of rubbery dough that stretches as long as his arm extends.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Did Splinter talk to him yet?

[He doesn't want to miss any eavesdropping opportunities.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike shrugs. This is one scolding he has no interest in overhearing.

He also goes to chuck the bread dough in the trash.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's gonna just go wander back to their trash heap of a room in hopes of catching some snippets of conversation. See ya.]