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[mnt_donnie]

Don wanders absently into the bar. He may or may not realize he's still wearing some magnifying lenses strapped to his head.

It's close to lunch time in New York, so he settles down on a bar stool and orders sauteed tempeh and vegetables.

Yes, I bet you didn't know life as a mutant ninja turtle was this thrilling.

Munch munch munch.

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[mnt_donnie]

Hah, but you see, Don isn't sixteen anymore. Raph doesn't scare him since he spent a few years at home with only Leo and Master Splinter for company.

"Someday, you will have a heart attack and wonder why," Don says. He knows the future.

[mnt_donnie]

"Please don't go looking for a glorious death anytime soon, Raph."

Glory is hard to find, death is easy to find.

[cutting_edgex23]

X knew.

X knew all the time.

Wait.

"Hello."

She at least knows how to approach someone quietly. But in full view.

It is safer. Sometimes.

[mnt_donnie]

It is! Especially with ninjas who probably knew you were there. Probably.

"Hello there."

[cutting_edgex23]

"You are -- "

She hesitates, nostrils flaring as she scents the air.

"Like Mike."

Beat.

"And Raph."

And Leo, as the case may be.

But it's still a little bit of a question. Because they look human. Now.

[mnt_donnie]

"Mike and Raph are my brothers," he admits. "Have you known them long?"

Since before they were human, perhaps?