[It must be super weird being around brothers that are yours and aren't. Maybe even worse than actually being by your lonesome because there's a reminder of what you could have and yet at the same time didn't quite. Or maybe that's Donnie's overthinking at work again.
He doesn't flinch as he feels Mikey's hand on his shell. Do other Donnies have the same one he has? It doesn't sound like this is a thing for this Mikey's brother, anyway.
Donnie looks down at the poor crushed dragon and loosens his arms around them, glancing at Mikey. This Mikey sure babbles a lot when he's nervous. Is he always that way or just because he's by himself here?
But even Mikeys need hugs, even when they're always the ones eager to give.
Pushing up and away from a beanbag seat is not very easy, but at least by then Donnie's compacted most of the filling into something stiff enough to support him. He lets go of the plush, throwing his arms around Mikey with just the tiniest sniffle that he'll deny ever happened.]
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He doesn't flinch as he feels Mikey's hand on his shell. Do other Donnies have the same one he has? It doesn't sound like this is a thing for this Mikey's brother, anyway.
Donnie looks down at the poor crushed dragon and loosens his arms around them, glancing at Mikey. This Mikey sure babbles a lot when he's nervous. Is he always that way or just because he's by himself here?
But even Mikeys need hugs, even when they're always the ones eager to give.
Pushing up and away from a beanbag seat is not very easy, but at least by then Donnie's compacted most of the filling into something stiff enough to support him. He lets go of the plush, throwing his arms around Mikey with just the tiniest sniffle that he'll deny ever happened.]