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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[shybombardier]

Oooh, why don't we have a big party to celebrate all of our birthdays then? Time has gotten a little bit wonky for me considering that Ekosi got teleported a few dozen times over the past few centuries, but I'm fairly sure I'm almost sixteen!

We should go someplace nice and sunny and by the beach! Beach picnic party c:

[thepurpleone]

Oh, that's right. The whole planet would be reset to an entirely different system...if it were following any sort of general time standards.

Either way, that is pretty much my dilemma.

[Although...that many teleports over a few centuries shouldn't mess things up that much unless most of them were within the past decade..? Are years even the same for everyone? Oh, this is going to have him camping in the library again...]

I should be near sixteen as well!

That sounds like an excellent proposal! We've never had any real birthday parties and certainly never at a beach!

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Mikey looks at his brother for a moment, like he was really taking him in this time. Then, he leans forward and wraps his arms around the purple turtle. Not too tight, but firm, in the way that only he was allowed.]

Of course not, Donnie. We can always talk all the time.

[He rubs his cheek against Donnie's with a happy little hum. Even at 16, some things never changed.]

[thepurpleone]

[That hesitation makes him anxious for some reason. For a split second his overthink works in a thought again, a what-if, a pointing finger-

The thought shatters as it hits a wall the moment Mikey embraces him, and Donnie tries not to seem too desperate when he pulls his own arms to hug back with just the briefest of squeezes. So much has changed but he doesn't ever want that to be so with his relationship with his brothers.

He tolerates the nuzzling with a mild grunt and a scowl to hide the warmth and relief he feels spread in his chest.]

Good.

[shybombardier]

Honestly, I've never had a beach party either
seeing as I've always been in the water
It seems so exciting in tv shows, I hope it measures up in person!
Is there anything you'd like for your birthday lol?

[thepurpleone]

Just so long as there's no beach balls involved.

You know, I don't really know what I'd want? My standard answer would be uranium but things are wildly different here and there's so much potential for anything, really.

What about you, Annie? Is there something you'd like for your birthday?

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Mikey holds onto him a little longer than was probably necessary. He was always good at pressing his limits with this sort of thing.]

Don't worry, you're always going to be the best little brother, Donatello.

[The grin was nothing less than shit-eating.]

[thepurpleone]

[He's still a BRAT and knows it, the absolute worst.

There's almost a growl at that choice term, paired with a scowl.]

Then surely you cannot possibly complain when your dear little brother bites you.

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Instead of letting go, as was most likely the wisest option in this scenario, Mikey only holds on tighter.]

You wouldn't dare...

[thepurpleone]

[Donnie GRINS, all teeth.]

Try me.

[He bites Leo and Raph all the time Mikey, don't test him. You're an Older Brother now...]

[orangerazzmatazz]

Not if I bite you first!

[He yells this and then closes his mouth around Donnie's shoulder. He doesn't actually bite. Not yet, but instead closes his teeth down threateningly and then moves his tongue to slobber all over Donnie's skin.]

[thepurpleone]

OH WHY!

[Donnie shudders and flails, putting his other hand over Mikey's face to try shoving him away.]

You are so gross!!

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Mikey laughs and finally releases his brother.]

I win!!! Best big brother!

[thepurpleone]

Terrible big brother!!

-of whom I know his ultimate weakness!!!

[With a cackle, Donnie launches into tickle attack!]

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Immediately, Mikey is squealing, rolling back on to his shell and rocking as he kicks and flails, trying to get his brother away as he laughs, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.]

NO! STOP! DONNIE, PLEASE!

[thepurpleone]

MWAHAHA! Who's the best and most handsome brother ever?! Huh?!

[orangerazzmatazz]

RAPH!!!

[It was hard to tell amidst the tears and the squealing if this was meant as a joke or his true instinctual answer.]

[thepurpleone]

Try again!

[orangerazzmatazz]

LEO!!!

[Okay, now he really was just giving Donnie shit.]

[thepurpleone]

Oh you asked for it!!

[He morphs his fingers into feathery tips.]

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Finally, in absolute gasping hysterics, Mikey relents.]

Fine! FINE! IT'S YOU! It's Donnie! Donatello Hamato! Stop! Please!

[thepurpleone]

And don't you forget it!

[Inwardly Donnie's glad that Mikey gives in because tickling is exhausting business. He does jab one last tickle because he's petty, letting his fingers morph back as he sits back with a triumphant smile.]

[orangerazzmatazz]

[It takes a minute for Mikey to catch his breath but eventually he sighs and leans against his brother.]

You're the worst.

[Even if he says this, it's affectionate and with a smile.]

[thepurpleone]

By worst you mean amazing.

[He lets Mikey lean there, for once in what feels like it's been the longest time, not feeling like he's got some invisible weight sitting on his shoulders or on his chest.

Things will be all right...]

:( Gmail lost this.

[arewehuman]

She only has to take a several steps into the room before the AI pauses, head cocked to the left as she drinks in the sights with an unblinking stare. Slowly, her head pans up and down and side to side as everything is taken in, noted, catalogued.

Even after several minuets, she's not blinked once, nor moved from her position (not even to rest the rest of her right foot on the ground. She has gyros. This is Fine.) or given any other sign of what a true person might do.

It's likely eerie, given Sarah otherwise prides herself on being about to mimic a real person 99% of the time. The more she stares at his labs with that unblinking stare of intense focus and curiosity, the more clear it becomes Donnie's opened a floodgate in the AI.

He's given her new data. Data she hasn't had before. She wants to move in deeper.

She needs to.

However, that desire, that need, is tempered and locked by the parameters given. Her head literally snaps around to look at him (human necks should not rotate that far without the torso following...) "What is the engine? Is it authorised for a closer look?"

Her head tilts.