[Room 412, Monday Night]
Donatello had spent a little time down at the picnic, then retreated back to his room when a thought had hit him. He'd now spent a couple hours reading police reports in New York, wondering if Raph would do something so dumb as get himself spotted or captured or something like that -- maybe that's why he'd been away so long. He had said he'd come back, and if anything else, Raph wouldn't abandon them, not if it meant doing like Leo, whose name he couldn't practically even mention without spitting.
Mikey was giving his all in attempting to scoot himself off the edge of Donnie's desk though, which was simultaneously distracting and cheering. Donnie smiled as he caught his brother yet again and set him on the wooden surface gently.
If he didn't find anything in his search though, he'd just call Splinter. It might get Raphael in trouble, but at least he could be sure then where his brother was.
[OOC: For turtle_toughguy.]
Mikey was giving his all in attempting to scoot himself off the edge of Donnie's desk though, which was simultaneously distracting and cheering. Donnie smiled as he caught his brother yet again and set him on the wooden surface gently.
If he didn't find anything in his search though, he'd just call Splinter. It might get Raphael in trouble, but at least he could be sure then where his brother was.
[OOC: For turtle_toughguy.]