27th Shuriken ➣ [Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Three weeks. Three weeks in that shit-hole was too damn long. Not that Raph has any idea how long it's been. He lost track a long time ago. Now, he staggers home through the woods from his mallynap, worn, battered and bruised

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May 22

[i_speak_softly]

[After getting a couple hours of training in and eating a light lunch that included none of Mike's baked goods, Don settles on the couch opposite Raph with a book. He's just going to sit here and read for a bit.]

[meanandgreen]

[This's the worst part of the day, lying around on the couch playing the invalid while everyone else goes about their business. Raph wonders if they'll let him move to his room today, at least for the night. He misses having some kind of privacy, or at least a place to sulk in peace.

He's been sleeping a lot lately, so that makes the time go by. But when he's awake, sometimes he feels like he might as well be back in that cell at the Malnosso facility. At least he has a window, but all that does is remind him of all the good Spring weather he's missing. Sigh.

He blinks owlishly at Don at the other end of the couch and heaves a sigh that says all these things at once.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don glances up at that very expressive sigh. Something on your mind?]

[meanandgreen]

What'd you do today?

[He is asking about your day. Raph. Raph is asking about your day. That is how bored he is.]

[i_speak_softly]

[And it's barely midafternoon.]

Trained. Coded some more of that game I've been working on.

[meanandgreen]

[It feels like two whole days've past since sunrise, okay. It sucks.]

What, that cruddy tunnel thing?

[i_speak_softly]

[Gee, thanks.]

I fixed Mike's other games too.

[meanandgreen]

[Truth hurts, don't it?]

Seriously? You mean I could be playin' games instead of sittin' here on my butt starin' at the ceiling?

[the_mikester]

Only if you drink some of this.

[Strawberry smoothie. It's even got a straw and a little paper umbrella and everything.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Nice timing, Mikey. Don really didn't want to answer that one.]

[meanandgreen]

[He glares at the smoothie. Then glares at Mike. Then glares at Don. So that's how it is. Bribery.]

You in on this?

[Don't play innocent, Don. He knows you're conspiring.]

[the_mikester]

Just drink up, Raphie. [In a cajoling sing-song:] I've got Super Smash Brothers~.

[i_speak_softly]

[Clearly his negotiating skills are not needed here. Smoothie bribery isn't part of his diplomatic playbook.]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph snorts at that and gives the smoothie another sidelong glance.]

If I drink it, will you get this thing outta me?

[He gestures to the mass of gauze and tubing around the crook of his elbow. He really couldn't get rid of the thing sooner.]

[the_mikester]

[He hesitates, glancing at Don. He doesn't wanna get between Donnie and his doctor's orders.]

[i_speak_softly]

[A small nod to Mike. He wants that needle out just as much as Raph does.]