Characters: Leonardo betterthanraph, Michelangelo thepartydude, and Donatello tic_tech_turtle [CLOSED] Location: Deck 3~ Date: Before Splinter's arrival Rating: PG, just in case. Will change as appropriate.
Mikey hated waiting. It was so boring. But more than waiting, was waiting alone.
Crouched by the edge of the forest with a lollipop stick sticking out from the side of his mouth, he drew invisible lines and pictures on the ground with his finger.
If Donnie didn't get here soon, he was seriously going to find something else to do with his time.
Leonardo abandoned his lotus position in favor of stretching; when something in his knee popped, he figured it was time to give meditation a rest. A quick glance at a watch he'd pilfered from deck twelve told him that he'd been at it for three hours.
Yeesh. That was hefty even by his standards.
Standing and collecting his gear -he'd taken off his belt and mask since he'd taken a quick dip in the stream before meditating on a rock in the middle of it- Leonardo hopped back to the bank and tied his belt around his waist. He would grab a quick bite to eat, then maybe make his way to Raph's room in an effort to talk to him. With his mind calm, hopefully it would go better than he was dreading it wouldn't.
He didn't expect to run across Mike at the entrance to the forest. Blinking in surprise, Leonardo paused in lifting his mask to his face. "Mike? What're you doing here?"
Don bolted towards Mike's position, rounded a corner, and nearly forgot how to stop.
"Hng!"
He abuptly locked his legs, skidded a ways, then backflipped to bleed inertia, stumbling foward a bit on landing and hopping to avoid stepping on any brothers.
His bag rattles.
"Erm, hi! Sorry about tha- Leo?"
...Oh, well, this was slightly embarassing. Sheepish grin, anyone?
Looking up, Mike grinned at Leo around his lollipop.
"Hey Leo, I wa-- AAAAAAAAAUGH!"
He let out a high-pitched shriek as Don skidded around the corner and almost barreled into them, leaping to his feet, taking a step back, and promptly falling on his ass.
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Crouched by the edge of the forest with a lollipop stick sticking out from the side of his mouth, he drew invisible lines and pictures on the ground with his finger.
If Donnie didn't get here soon, he was seriously going to find something else to do with his time.
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Yeesh. That was hefty even by his standards.
Standing and collecting his gear -he'd taken off his belt and mask since he'd taken a quick dip in the stream before meditating on a rock in the middle of it- Leonardo hopped back to the bank and tied his belt around his waist. He would grab a quick bite to eat, then maybe make his way to Raph's room in an effort to talk to him. With his mind calm, hopefully it would go better than he was dreading it wouldn't.
He didn't expect to run across Mike at the entrance to the forest. Blinking in surprise, Leonardo paused in lifting his mask to his face. "Mike? What're you doing here?"
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"Hng!"
He abuptly locked his legs, skidded a ways, then backflipped to bleed inertia, stumbling foward a bit on landing and hopping to avoid stepping on any brothers.
His bag rattles.
"Erm, hi! Sorry about tha- Leo?"
...Oh, well, this was slightly embarassing. Sheepish grin, anyone?
Reply
"Hey Leo, I wa-- AAAAAAAAAUGH!"
He let out a high-pitched shriek as Don skidded around the corner and almost barreled into them, leaping to his feet, taking a step back, and promptly falling on his ass.
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