There's a point where you get tired of being sad and scared and...whatever else there is. And Donnie's never been one to just mope through it, because that doesn't solve anything. Nothing gets done.
He's been back to work at things, carefully applying a laser cutter thin piece of metal when that familiar voice sounds over the intercom.
The turtle stiffens, lifting his head to glance towards the door. He taps at his bracer to activate the audio on his side, sighing.
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He's been back to work at things, carefully applying a laser cutter thin piece of metal when that familiar voice sounds over the intercom.
The turtle stiffens, lifting his head to glance towards the door. He taps at his bracer to activate the audio on his side, sighing.
"What do you want, Rung."