34th Slice [Open Commentlog]

[thepartydude]

[Mikey's been holed up in his room for days.  He just hasn't felt like going out.  What's the point

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[tic_tech_turtle]

[Donatello has a bulky, awkward-looking machine tucked under one arm, with a long rod-like piece of metal in the other.]

[If someone were to be kind, they could possibly describe the entire thing as being a "frankenstein-esque pile of freaky looking scrap, I mean, just look at it what is that?". If they were being kind.]

[The only thing Donatello really cares about, is that it is making it rather difficult to open Mikey's door considering the lack of hands and the lack of ability to get his leg up past it and high enough to manipulate the hand with his toes.]

[So he kicks the door, yelping when his knee catches on an edge of metal before having to do a desperate, wincing jig to prevent from dropping the horrific thing of science.]

Mikey? It would be greatly appreciated if you would hurry please!

[thepartydude]

[Blinking, Mike climbs off the bed and pads over to the door, opening it in surprise.]

Don?

[Oh, wait, arms full of stuff. He steps back to let his brother in.]

[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don doesn't answer until he's able to hustle into the room and carefully deposit his treasure on the ground, rolling his shoulders and rubbing a spot on his arm where the metal had dug in]

[He's talking a little faster than usual, though whether it's excitement over his new project or just an attempt to act cheerful - or both - is anyone's guess.]

Hello, Mikey. Have you been all right? I was hoping you could help me with something.

[thepartydude]

[To be perfectly honest, Mikey doesn't care. He's just relieved to have the company, and he stands far too close to Don for it to be even reasonably considerate with regards to his personal space.]

What is it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There is a knock at the door. Heavy, but careful, and controlled. Ironhide doesn't announce himself. He just knocks.]

[thepartydude]

[Not really expecting anyone, Mikey takes his time getting to the door. When he opens it, he's still clutching Pandaman.]

Oh ... hey.

[His eyes light up ever so slightly, but it's a far cry from his usual reaction.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's spark sinks a little at that reaction, but, like a good solider, he squares his shoulders enough to try and hide his own disappointment.]

... We... should speak.

[He's not very good at this.]

[thepartydude]

[Mike's a little confused. Ironhide's not usually one for talking.]

Um, okay.

[He steps back slightly to let him in.]