Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello doesn't notice the announcement when it's made, and even after someone shows it to him, he won't bother addressing the 'commandant'. Instead, he'll send a locked message to someone much more important.]

Robert...

[Some time later, he'll add one more locked message.]

Kay, I think I'm going to have to reschedule.

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June 2

[the_mikester]

[When Don gets home, he'll find Mike in the kitchen, as per usual, streaked with flour. This isn't a time for video games. It's also time for breakfast, so if you time it right, you might get a plate of something hot set in front of you wordlessly.]

[honorthecode]

[He does, even if you have helped on a few stratagies over the years.]

Have anyone in mind?

[i_speak_softly]

I have a lot of friends in the draft. None of them are strategists, but maybe they know someone who is.

[meanandgreen]

[Once he hears Leo and Don finish they're little discussion, Raph will shuffle into the kitchen as stealthily as possible, looking for Mike and some info. You still around, bro?]

[the_mikester]

[Mike is beating an innocent wad of bread dough into submission with a grim determination which is actually close to panic.

You are one of those people around here who has\might\eventually may get laid, so don't expect too much out of your little brother. He's a little freaked out right now.]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph wanders in when he sees the coast's clear, then goes to lean on the counter by Mike, watching him pound the crap out of that dough.]

What'd he say?

[the_mikester]

[Shifty eyes. Don't make him say it.]

[meanandgreen]

[Silence and Mike are never meant to mix. Not in a time like this. But he knows his brother well enough to not even need the words. Raph can already feel the bile rising in his throat.]

He...?

[He just. Cringes.]

[the_mikester]

[Pound pound pound.

You know, bread that has been kneaded as much as this has is not good for eating. What Mike is wrestling with is probably nothing more than a big wad of gluten by now.]

[meanandgreen]

Holy shit. Seriously?

[the_mikester]

[Mike hunches his shoulders, an uncharacteristically closed-off gesture for him.

He does NOT want to talk about this.]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph will just... carry on as always.]

Ugh, nasty! I think I'm gonna be sick.

[the_mikester]

[How do you think he feels?]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph's kind of forgotten to consider that. He's busy wiping at his mouth like subconsciously getting rid of a bad taste. To his credit, this's the most energy he's displayed in a long time, even if he is still leaning on the counter instead of stomping around like he wants to.]

No way. He got laid before me!

[He shakes his head.]

With Robert, though. Does that even count?

[the_mikester]

Arrgghh!

[Mike screams in frustration, clapping his hands over his ears.

Excuse me while your brother acts like a big baby, Raph.]

[meanandgreen]

[Well that snaps him out of his little tizzy, and he stands there with his arms crossed, waiting for Mike to finish.]