I Am Your Brother
Characters: Donatello (tic_tech_turtle ) and Michelangelo (thepartydude ) [CLOSED]
Location: Deck 09, the library. Eventually moving to the TV room.
Date: Present. Tuesday evening.
Rating: G (will change if appropriate)
The library wasn't exactly new to Don, but it was the first time he'd made his way here without a set subject to research.
In other words: The first time he'd been here with nothing else to do but "play".
Which was why he was wandering through the shelves pulling books down at whim, flipping them open to read a few lines, and then gently putting them back with an air that was far more satisfied than it had been before, though he kept none of them. There was none of the usual, one-track focus that had colored his visits previous, especially since he already had a book on hands and their anatomy tucked under his arm and therefore a small bit of worry removed from his shoulders.
A bit of worry that was the sole fault of one Michelangelo, whom Don was currently ignoring in favor of the shelves and shelves of knowledge laid bare before him. He was fully aware that this wasn't the best policy to take regarding his little brother, but past experience had taught him that trying to explain to Mike the wonders of the classics was an ultimately futile endeavor.
Location: Deck 09, the library. Eventually moving to the TV room.
Date: Present. Tuesday evening.
Rating: G (will change if appropriate)
The library wasn't exactly new to Don, but it was the first time he'd made his way here without a set subject to research.
In other words: The first time he'd been here with nothing else to do but "play".
Which was why he was wandering through the shelves pulling books down at whim, flipping them open to read a few lines, and then gently putting them back with an air that was far more satisfied than it had been before, though he kept none of them. There was none of the usual, one-track focus that had colored his visits previous, especially since he already had a book on hands and their anatomy tucked under his arm and therefore a small bit of worry removed from his shoulders.
A bit of worry that was the sole fault of one Michelangelo, whom Don was currently ignoring in favor of the shelves and shelves of knowledge laid bare before him. He was fully aware that this wasn't the best policy to take regarding his little brother, but past experience had taught him that trying to explain to Mike the wonders of the classics was an ultimately futile endeavor.