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[A very confused noise comes from Donatello.] Mikey, biting the comm isn't going to break it open, you know.
I'm only just getting started, Donny. Feeling out the enemy and testing its limits... [Scratching noise while Mikey does who knows what to the poor comm.] Hey, can I borrow a screwdriver?
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It wasn't...[He stared, almost planning to get closer before stopping himself, he didn't wanna cause more damage, instead gripping one of his own wrists, the one were his hand was still sparking with soul wavelength in fury.] I swear this wasn't supposed to happen...damn I can't...control it...
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He's too busy lost in his thoughts to say anything.]
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Donatello.
[He needed Donny focused; Leo could handle a few things...but Don would have to tell him what happened and check to see what had happened to Mikey.]
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... Huh?
[A blink and then a sheepish look.]
S-Sorry, Leo. Did you say something?
[.. actually, no, he didn't. He just assumed he missed something as usual while he was lost in his thoughts.]
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No I didn't. I need you here right now Donatello. I can't take care of Michelangelo by myself.
Focus.
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Right--focus.
[You've got your brother back for now, at least.]
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Check Mikey over for anything...odd.
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[Donatello helps bring Mikey over to Leo's bedroom--it's far closer to the front entrance than the couch. He hesitates, then helps lower Mikey onto the bed.
And then he starts his usual check-up. Pulse, fine. Breathing, fine. temperature--about the same as his, fine. It's when he goes to see if Mikey's pupils dilate properly that he hesitates, his hand settling onto Mike's forehead. His thumb rests just above his eye.
And then, Donatello seems to get distracted, lost in his thoughts again. Mikey on his back, passed out like that... He could almost see the blood there, but there wasn't any. An odd sort of expression came over his face, and his hand moved back until he was rubbing Mikey's head.]
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Well...as normal as Mikey could get anyways...
His gaze is on Donny, watching him hesitate and stop. Without a sound he shifts and moves closer to Don. Now that Mikey was in the apartment he had relaxed a bit.]
*flicks Don's shoulder*
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Mikey, quit it, I'm--
[He blinks, then looks up at Leo. Leo. Not Mikey.
A bit of a nervous laugh.]
S-Sorry, force of habit.
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[He had his arms folded over his plastron, watching Donny carefully.]
How's, Mikey?
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[A nervous look, and then Don pulls a flashlight out of the bag slung over his plastron and shell, then goes to check for proper pupil dilation. He lets out a little sigh of relief.]
... From what I can tell, he's... fine.
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[He looks back at the olive turtle.]
What about you.
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[And then Donatello freezes at that question. He knows exactly what Leo is talking about but he tries to feign ignorance. Even if there's a good chance that won't work.]
What do you mean, Leo?
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*flat voice* Don't play dumb. You're very bad at it.
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... I'm just worried about Mikey. He's the one that needs worrying over.
[Deflection. Let's try that. ... and it probably won't work, either.]
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