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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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[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.]

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[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?

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[...

... 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.]

[Don swallows down the rest of his milk and tries again.] Eve-nin' snagg.

[Okay, that resembled actual English this time.]

... Ah. Yes.

I suppose that would be the name for this. [It is not something Robert usually indulges in.]

Um. [He makes an "after you" gesture towards the bathroom.] Be righ' in.

[Robert nods and heads over to said bathroom to clean his teeth meticulously.

It feels almost normal, almost mundane. The only thing that reminds him of the fact that today is... a unique day is the foreign taste in his mouth and the now-painfully-vivid knowledge of where Don's going to be in two days.]

[Don washes up in the kitchen sink again, then moves into the bedroom to turn down the sheets. When Robert comes back, Don will be lying half under the blanket, looking thoughtful.]

[The little scientist eases himself into the bed next to his turtle, sinking into the sheets almost gratefully. It's nice to be so close to Don.]

...

Did... d-did you like spending time with me, t-today?

... Even though it probably could have been spent in other ways... [Robert flashes a weak smile.] B-but, I always love having your company...

[He rolls onto his stomach, making himself comfortable for sleep.]

Definitely. [He pauses, then says:] You know I like all the ways we spend time together, right?

I hoped that was the case, because it is very much likewise for me.

[Robert beams over at Don, running a hand lightly over his shell again.]

It is why I... a-am always so happy to be around you. [Well, that and clingy attachment issues.]

[Don smiles, reassured, then muffles a huge yawn in the pillow and reaches up to turn the lamp off.]

Oyasumi, Robert.

[Robert presses gently into Don a moment, returning the smile and embracing him, before settling into the bed, closing his own eyes, and preparing to drift off to sleep.

(He's still wearing his glasses, by the way.)]

Oyasumi, Don...

... I love you.

[Don falls asleep quickly. In the morning he rises early and creeps out with ninja silence. When Robert wakes, he'll find a purple-and-white origami heart on the pillow, inscribed with "RH DH" and a complicated Chinese character.]

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