end of May. good-bye, May...
Title-- In Fatuated
Disclaimer-- TMNT is owned by not!fren.
Sum-- Mike's got a question for Don. Raph x Leo.
It was a good Sunday evening in the lair.
No injuries from the patrol run and an early turn-in time was exactly what a certain purple-clad turtle needed, especially considering how many projects he'd had to put on hold lately. So, overall, Don was quite happy in this moment, sitting in his room and melting the ends of wires into circuit boards. But he also knew that the bad side to this strike of random luck. He was the smart one after all. The thing that made happiness all the more sought-for was that it just didn't have a knack for lasting.
Lo and behold, maybe ten minutes into his tranquil state, came the voice of doom:
"Hey, Donny?"
Winter gales howled through his room briefly, shocking everything to a stop. Wordlessly, Donatello placed his soldering iron back on its stand and took a prolonged moment to tip his goggles back over his eye ridges before dragging his gaze upwards, dead-locking with Michelangelo's.
"Yes, Mikey?"
The youngest turtle brother stood at the threshold, peeking through the slightly opened door. Seeing as Donny was speaking, he made his way inside the room, side-stepping the trinkets sprinkled across the floor...or trying to, because avoiding one thing meant running straight into another. Don eventually had to stand up and take the orange-clad turtle by the elbow to keep the other from falling backward onto full area of his projects, all the while fighting the urge to just kick the intruder out.
He wasn't on the best of terms with Michelangelo at the moment, and all he could really think of was the Dexter-DeeDee show they had put on for the lair a few days prior.... (Three weeks of work. Crushed.)
"Can I ask you a question?" asked Mike in that same tone that made any sane person turn and run in the opposite direction.
Don questioned his own state of mind.... "Yes, Mikey?"
DeeDee swayed coquettishly from the heel of his feet to his toes and back again. "Where's Fatuated?"
Don felt the drooping sensation of a frown at his mouth as he eyed his brother warily. "I dunno, Mike. Where's Fatuated?"
Michelangelo stared back dumbly before realizing what his brother was getting at. "No, no! It's not another joke---I promise! I am being totally serious right now!"
Don sighed, eyeing Mikey's toothy grin. "Why don't you go ask Raph or something?"
...It might've been a strange suggestion, but really, Raph might have known.
After all, Donatello had coaxed him into a bet, stating the latter wouldn't be able to expand his vocabulary within the next week. And, being Raph, the red-clad turtle had of course taken up the challenge. It was a win-win situation for Don, as Don saw it. Either way, he was gaining something. If he won, he got money. If he lost, he got a more eloquent conversationalist out of his hotheaded brother.
"Raph's---uh--" Mikey’s eyes rose to the ceiling. "He's busy right now. I guess."
At that, Don finally relented. "Mikey, 'Fatuated', isn't a place. 'Infatuated' is an emotional state.
"...Uh...huh."
"When you're infatuated, you're charmed stupid," Don elaborated at the blank look on the other's face. "Foolishly captivated."
Michelangelo blinked. Twice. Thrice.
Donatello huffed. "Enamored."
"In where?"
"Never mind!" the purple-clad turtle snapped, feeling a vein throbbing along his temple. "An infatuation is an excessive or foolish love."
"...Right."
"It means that you're in love, basically!"
...
"So, it means 'in love'...?"
"Somewhat."
"Oh."
"..."
"...Well, in that case, guess what Raph just told Leo!"