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[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don had it in good confidence that Mike was going to be up here, skating, which was why he'd wandered from the lower decks to the top.]

[He knew when he screwed up. And he knew when just saying, "I'm sorry," wasn't going to cut it. Which was why he'd done some stealth work on Mike's skateboard to reinforce the board, give it better balance, and to

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[thepartydude]

[Burning off energy was something Mikey needed to do on a near regular basis, and skating was one of his favorite ways to do that. After dragging his board up to the top deck, he'd busied himself rolling circuits around by the railings, pulling old tricks and trying out new ones.

Either it was his imagination, or the board felt different. The balance was improved, making it far easier to accomplish tricks. And it seemed quieter too. The reassuring clack-clack as he rolled over the wooden boards was still there, but there wasn't that deafening rumble that accompanied it, shortly followed by angry voices telling him to cut it out.

Pulling a sharp 180, he flips the board up to grind a 50-50 along the railing, then finally notices Don. Reluctantly, he jumps down and kicks the board up, then stands awkwardly a few feet away.]

Hey.

[tic_tech_turtle]

Hi.

[Don offers a small, nervous smile and a short lift of one hand, dropping his gaze to focus on the board]

[thepartydude]

[Picking at the edge of the paint with one finger, Mikey shifts his weight from foot to foot.

He's still unhappy, but he hates fighting with his brothers.]

[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don doesn't shift his weight only because he sees Mikey doing it and manages to check himself]

[He also doesn't look up from the board. Well, this is awkward, isn't it?]

I. Erm. Just heard that you'd be up here. Wanted to see what you were doing.

[I can go now, if you want.]