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[Guess who actually found time for presents? This guy!

He left his presents to his brothers in their rooms. For Leo, it's a series of smooth retractable poles and chains tipped with weights--both more specialized for ninjutsu training than anything he'd find in the gymnasium (and the latter are very useful as weapons and tools). For Mike, he'll ( Read more... )

[Donatello does not look happy. And his bo is gripped in his hands.]

Which one of you messed with my coffee?

[Warning: that voice is way too soft. He didn't appreciate the two straight days of sleep.

Get to running, boys.]

Damn it! [The communicator turns on because it falls from his bed, hitting the ground and activating. Donatello's sitting on his bed in a meditation position, but he's not meditating anymore. His face is buried in his hands, and he's muttering swears that sound very out of place with his voice. His breath is coming in short inhales, and his chest ( Read more... )

[Donatello intended on putting on audio, as is apparent by the fact he's not even looking at the communicator, but he's very distracted by what he's doing and the fact that he's been running on roughly two hours of sleep and a few gallons of coffee for the past three daysSomeone's been busy. He's set up two cork boards on either side of his desk, ( Read more... )

[Yeah, Don will probably never be totally comfortable walking out in the open ( Read more... )