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“woohoo!” Mikey exclaimed as he spun his skateboard around while he was on it.
“Bravo, Mikey.” Donnie smirked, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling off. His younger brother smiled brightly before planting his feet on the skateboard, letting it roll down the ramp. Back and forth, back and forth, till it came to a stop.
Both boys were snapped out of their conversational brabble when they heard the door slide open and footsteps approach, turning to face the incoming slider and snapper.
“¡Hola hermanos!” The slider enthusiastically called out. His trademark smirk present on his face, arms behind his head and his overconfidence almost nauseatingly present.
“Hello Nardo..” Donnie scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Ah, no respect brother?” Leo grinned, scanning his twin’s expression. How could they even be twins? Donnie obviously didn’t have his rugged good looks. They were different species for god's sake.
“Respect? Nardo, I will show you respect, the day you can solve any mathematical equation correctly without the use of a calculator.” Donnie responded back, a slight annoyance clearly audible in his voice.
“Donnie. Can’t you ever be nice to your brother? Your twin?” The snapper sneered, looking at his younger kin.
Donnie took a look at his elder brother’s face. “..right. I’ll be in my lab-” The softshell turtle pulled himself to a stance, before heading into his lab.
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“ can’t you ever be nice to your brother?” he repeated in a mocking tone. As he turned his focus on one of his new inventions he’d been working on.
“Right. I will whenever he gets his shit together.” he spoke softly, sitting in his rolling chair, rolling it to his desk where the invention was placed. What sat on his desk was a piece of the krang’s armor. Or what's left of it. After the battle a few weeks prior, he had gone back to collect what little he could find that remained of the Krang’s equipment for analyzation purposes. He figured in case they ever managed to return in the future, he could make something of it to use as defense or offense, Maybe something strong enough to defeat them for good. Or even use it for his Battle-shell. Ever since the spaceship, his soft shell had been a lot more sensitive, even the slightest touch or bump would cause strikes of pain, bruising and sometimes even sudden bleeding of his shell. This was unfortunate due to the fact he was supposed to ‘fight away evil’ with his brothers. He knew deep down he was the weakest of them. He was a soft shell turtle for fucksake, he didn’t have the strength like Raph, or the creativity that Mikey had, or even the innate ability to bluff his way out of trouble like Leo often did with his overconfidence, sure he had the brains, but what good would that do if he didn’t have a body strong enough to perform what his brain came up with? Donnie felt tears well in his eyes.
“Don’t cry now, you have work to do.” He mumbled to himself, forcing himself to keep the tears from flowing down his face, and wiping away any rogue tear that managed to escape anyway.
And so he sat down and focussed on his project, making sure any distractions were out of his way, even going as far as turning off Shelldon and locking the Lab curtain for at least the next few hours.
“Do what you do best ‘othello von ryan, if you can’t be useful physically, you at least have to try to be useful intellectually…”
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“Donnie?” Mikey called, pulling his curtain back. Fiddling with his hands, he stepped forward towards his brother. His eyes focused on a black piece of armor on his desk.
“Donnie?” Mikey repeated. The soft shell was startled, quickly turning towards the curtain. He didn’t realize the sharp piece of armor that was sticking out on the desk.
“Mi- ACK.” He started before hissing in pain.
“Dee!” Mikey exclaimed, rushing to his brother.
“I’m fine, Angelo.” Donnie growled while holding his upper arm. He hadn’t noticed much himself aside from the pain, but Mikey didn’t miss the drips of what looked like pink-ish red blood dripping from the wound, between his fingers.
“..Dee..?” His eyes widened. That obviously wasn’t the right color of blood. Donnie panned his gaze down to the slash, aswell, noticing the odd colored blood.
“It's fine, Mikey.”
“..are you sure..?” The box turtle whimpered, looking at the cut, reaching for it. Donnie swatted his hand away.
“…”
“I said I’m fine.” He sneered before getting up, pushing past him and walking out of his lab.