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.

Comments

[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.]