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Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[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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[Cessating the rubbing now. Robert scoots back a bit, enough to look at Don's expression.]

Is there not some way to atone for the apparent mistakes you have made?

Surely he would allow forgiveness... [The alternative is just unreasonable, isn't it?]

I tried. By the time I figured out why he was angry at me, it was too late.

He simply will not forgive you at all?

[This strikes Robert as an outright travesty.]

...

It seems to me as if that is the least intelligent thing to do in this situation, but...

... I am sorry, Don. I... I wish I could help make things better...

[But usually, all I do is make them worse.]

[He turns his face away.]

I'm going to be in a lot of trouble for this.

[By "this", he means what they were doing half an hour ago.]

[And now Robert is thoroughly baffled.]

Why? I am your partner. You have the right to decide when you are comfortable engaging in sexual activity with me... correct?

Unless you meant simply being here... but even so, why would you be in trouble for that?

[Robert may understand the homophobia, to an extent, but the rest of it goes over his head.]

Master Splinter told us not to, remember?

[And the filial disobedience is only one reason why his brothers might not approve of what he just did.]

[Mulling this over in his head, Robert tries to think of some moment where he was explicitly informed not to be sexual with Don.]

... Well, he seemed uncomfortable with the prospect, but his main point to me was that I not impose upon you at a time where you were not sufficiently able to decide.

... Unless I have misinterpreted what he said to me... which is completely possible.

[With some minor irritation:] Though I hardly see how he has the right to tell either of us when sexual activity is permissible, as long as clear evidence of consent could be presented... [Sexual taboos? What are those?]

He's my master and he told us no funny business.

[That's a perfectly explicit instruction, isn't it?]

[Okay, that's explicit enough. Maybe. (Depending on how "funny business" is interpreted.)

After a moment, Robert just gnaws his lip slightly.]

Then I suppose there's nothing to be done but face whatever punishment he metes out.

... I was part of this too, and therefore you won't be the only person to accept blame.

[With some awkwardness:] I can't exactly say that I'm very remorseful, though. This hardly seems like something worth punishing partners for doing... Especially considering the fact that nothing bad seemed to come of it at all, other than the momentary discomfort you suffered, which I dearly apologize for causing...

[Oh, Robert. How little you still know of ninja clans and their workings.]

[Don turns back to face Robert, freeing one hand to rub his knee.] It didn't really hurt.

[Clearly he will need to be educated in this regard eventually.]

It was still... discomfort, and discomfort is not what I was intending to produce...

[Robert smiles lopsidedly, though.] However, it did seem to become enjoyable for you very soon after... which I am glad for. I... I h-hoped I would not be too incompetent.

[He smiles reassuringly.] Don't worry about it.

[He spreads out his wings a little, suggesting that Robert might rub his shell now, if he's still in the mood.] I'm exhausted...

[If everything wasn't so clean, Robert would totally invoke Vitashell on this. As it is, though, he just slowly rubs Don's shell in a small circle.]

I can hardly blame you... you likely had a busy day even before coming here.

... And that was... er, rather exerting.

[Don may or may not be thinking of the Vitashell.]

A normal day, mostly. [So, busy by an ordinary mortal's standards.]

You did all the work...

[One day it will see usage!]

Ah... it h-hardly required that much in the way of effort...

... and orgasm can be draining, too. [Robert nuzzles Don a little bit, rubbing his shell more firmly with whatever strength he has left.]

[... Is being easy to satisfy a good thing?]

Are you going to sleep soon?

[It can be, sometimes. And for Robert, not screwing up is a good thing.]

... Although I hardly wish to waste my time with you... I may need to sometime soon. [Robert smiles apologetically.] Did... did you want something first...? Like something to drink, or...?

[He rubs his snout against the back of his hand.] I might eat something...

Anything in mind? [Robert's already going to get up and go over to his ad-hoc kitchen, if Don displays interest. His legs are still a bit unsteady, but he's more or less back to normal, now.

He might look cute in a dorky way in his pyjamas. Who knows?]

Hopefully I have the components on hand...

Mm... [Okay, ten more seconds, then he's getting up and following. A sleepy rummage through the kitchen results in a thick sandwich of peanut butter, cheese, and apple slices between two rice cakes.]

[Yes, he's going to eat that.]

[... Robert loves you, Don, but he does not understand this flavour combination.

After staring at it in incredulous disbelief, he goes to carefully wash and pare one of the apples before slicing it and eating the slices.]

Would you... want anything to drink with that? [Peanut butter tends to need an accompanying fluid, and the apple slices probably aren't going to help much.]

Mm. [He shuffles around the kitchen some more and manages to one-handedly procure a glass of milk, which he gulps between voracious bites of sandwich. A graceful eater your partner is not.]

[This makes the OCD part of Robert's mind recoil. As it is, the apple he's eating looks like some kind of machine was processing it instead.

But he finds himself not really caring too much. Idiosyncracies - they both have them.]

I'm glad to see that you seem to enjoy that...

... I am not certain what on Terra to refer to it as, though. [No, really, can you even call it a sandwich?

At any rate, though, Robert eventually finishes with his apple, carefully placing the remnants into a small bin. He kind of wants to compost it...]

... I ought to do other minor hygienic activities before I sleep. Such as brushing my teeth. [However stupid it is to do that right after eating, but sex requires energy and Robert kind of had a deficit of that.]

Edited 2011-06-07 14:55 (UTC)

[Really, this is among the less-disgusting things Don has eaten. He crams the rest of the sandwich-thing in his mouth and says:] Eef'in snaa?

Edited 2011-06-07 15:09 (UTC)

[...

... Robert looks over at Don with a decidedly "what" expression.]

...

Er, p-pardon me...?

[If that was meant to be a discernable language, the endeavour failed miserably.]

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