Faith was listening to her iPod, heading towards the training area and going through her head the work out she was planning on doing for a warm up. She crossed over the hallway when she felt a push into her, making her stumble little. "What the hell?" she murmured, pulling out her ear buds.
She turned and stared.
And stared more.
She was so in shock at seeing Andrew in a purple bandanna, she didn't have time to laugh. She blinked once more, shifted her weight from one leg to the other then tilted her head. "What the fuck are you wearin' there, Drew? You Zorro or some lame shit like that?"
At first, Andrew kinda just stared back at Faith, like a deer caught in some major headlights. "No, I'm not," he finally said, as if he had never had a temporary moment of paralysis, "I'm-- Zorro wears black, by the way, I'm Donatello!"
He pushed the bandana up his forehead, so it suddenly became more of a headband. He was unaware of how much it made him look like a Parisian trend setter, with it not really pushing his hair back, so much as up.
"Please tell me you know who the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are...?" Andrew asked this with none of his preachy nerd-ness, but purely out of deep concern, as if Faith not knowing about them would be an unfortunate tragedy, not just for her, but humanity as a whole.
Faith lifted a brow at the mention of who he was supposed to be. She always thought Andrew was a strange cat. ALWAYS. Especially that time when he wouldn't leave her the damn alone when she had eaten that Hot Pocket. "Donatello? Like the poet or something?"
She was glad when he took off the mask. There was no way she could talk to him with a straight face much longer. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Yeah, I've heard of 'em. Might've read their comic books when I was a kid once or twice. Since when do we go around dressin' like a bunch of reptiles? It ain't Halloween, Drew."
"No, not that one, the better one!" In his opinion, anyway. He didn't even need to correct Faith on the original Donatello being a sculptor, not a poet. It was much more important she get her turtles straightened out
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She turned and stared.
And stared more.
She was so in shock at seeing Andrew in a purple bandanna, she didn't have time to laugh. She blinked once more, shifted her weight from one leg to the other then tilted her head. "What the fuck are you wearin' there, Drew? You Zorro or some lame shit like that?"
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He pushed the bandana up his forehead, so it suddenly became more of a headband. He was unaware of how much it made him look like a Parisian trend setter, with it not really pushing his hair back, so much as up.
"Please tell me you know who the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are...?" Andrew asked this with none of his preachy nerd-ness, but purely out of deep concern, as if Faith not knowing about them would be an unfortunate tragedy, not just for her, but humanity as a whole.
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She was glad when he took off the mask. There was no way she could talk to him with a straight face much longer. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Yeah, I've heard of 'em. Might've read their comic books when I was a kid once or twice. Since when do we go around dressin' like a bunch of reptiles? It ain't Halloween, Drew."
She was a little afraid to hear the answer.
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