Thirty-First Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[The last thing they remember, they were warm in bed with their other brothers. Now they are two, and for reasons beyond their comprehension they are waking up in a snowbank.

The sun is bright, the snow is wet, and the frigid air seeps into their bones.]

Raphie, I'm - I'm cold.

C-c’mon, Donnie. [He latches onto his brother’s hand and starts pulling him out of the snow.] We n-need a better hidin’ spot.

Okay.

[The two tiny Turtles climb out of the hollow in the deep snow and, huddled against one another, strike out in search of shelter.]

((Five-ish-year-old Turtles, no conscious memories of Luceti. Replies will come from tinytechturtle and saidontmatter. April will threadjack eventually to take her little guys home, but initial rescuing is open to any kind soul who doesn't want to see a pair of young reptiles freeze to death. Have at, kind souls of Luceti.))

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[saidontmatter.livejournal.com]

[He stops his whining at that pinned hand the moment she mentions seconds, and lights up like someone flicked a switch.] More?

[Then he settles down and tucks into his second helping, finally slowing down by the time it's halfway gone.]

[tinytechturtle.livejournal.com]

[April, you are full of intriguing ideas. Is there 'more' for Donnie too?]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Here, Donatello. [There is more, Donnie. April sits down beside you and keeps an eye on the progress being made on those plates.] Now I look back on that time you spent in my apartment and I realize how FAR you'd actually come with your tablemanners.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph picks at the last few noodles on his plate, then puts them in his mouth thoughtfully. He's actually full, which really doesn't happen often with meals back home.

Now the food's gone, and he knows April must have more and it should be eaten, but he's not sure if his tummy could fit anymore. It's quite a dilemma.

So he just stares at April expectantly, making cheesy fingerprints on the table.]

[tinytechturtle.livejournal.com]

[When April sits down, Donnie's first instinct is to shield his food from her. But then he realizes he's pretty full, while she hasn't had anything...]

[He tentatively slides his plate over to her.]

Are you hungry, lady?

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Donnie. April doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.] No, sweetie. I'm not. You guys aren't used to having a lot of food to eat, are you.

[saidontmatter.livejournal.com]

Sensei gets the food from the topside. [Raphie chirps, nodding more to himself than anybody else.] This w-what's the topside?

[tinytechturtle.livejournal.com]

[Donnie leaves the plate where it is. How could the lady not be hungry? Maybe she'll change her mind...]