[Room 412, Friday Afternoon]
Raphael had taken off back to New York. Michelangelo was a tiny turtle. And Donnie had a feeling Raph wasn't going to be terribly happy with him once he got back from New York and wanted to know a) about the world saving trip, and b) who'd signed him up for which classes.
Not that Donnie was looking at classes he knew Raph was going to hate, no. Cooking was supposed to be very therapeutic for some people. Same with flying. Ethics was a bit more of a stretch, but Don figured he could reason it out if he had to.
For now, he was listening to music and putting together more pieces of computer in a way that was very very close to completely overflowing his desk. What? He totally needed three monitors and two different computers.
He might even be able to fit a RAID under his bed, if he felt ambitious.
Mikey, for his part, was scooting around on Donnie's bed and occasionally scooting himself off of it to land on the wooden floor. Since he seemed to be enjoying himself, Donnie was all too happy not to have to put him in a tank, though he would have to be careful or Mikey would scoot his way out of the open door.
[OOC: Open!]
Not that Donnie was looking at classes he knew Raph was going to hate, no. Cooking was supposed to be very therapeutic for some people. Same with flying. Ethics was a bit more of a stretch, but Don figured he could reason it out if he had to.
For now, he was listening to music and putting together more pieces of computer in a way that was very very close to completely overflowing his desk. What? He totally needed three monitors and two different computers.
He might even be able to fit a RAID under his bed, if he felt ambitious.
Mikey, for his part, was scooting around on Donnie's bed and occasionally scooting himself off of it to land on the wooden floor. Since he seemed to be enjoying himself, Donnie was all too happy not to have to put him in a tank, though he would have to be careful or Mikey would scoot his way out of the open door.
[OOC: Open!]