Was it so palpable? Then again, what did Donnie know about Jedi and emotional energy?
He would however be remiss to admit that things had been a bit heavy of late. It didn't help that things were eating at all three of the turtles, and while Donnie hoped that the other two were weathering through things better than he had been, catching Mikey the other day in his frustrated state had spiked his own concerns.
It was hard, working through it, the negative funk. But Donnie was someone who needed to keep busy, and he found the ability to do so, to concentrate and put in some effort to something fruitful. It'd hit in bursts and if he was lucky he'd be able to get through to a suitable stopping point before whatever reserves he'd scraped the motivation from had run themselves empty again.
Currently was one of those 'empty' moments. He hadn't bothered going back up, sprawled there on the beanbag he purposely left close to his work area for such times. He'd pulled his hood up over his face, headphones thumping some techno as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone, not really registering much of the content that passed along the screen. He lifted his head as a window came up on his computer, notifying him of someone at the door, and with a few taps to turn down his music and another to call up the cameras outside, he blinked, surprised at the unexpected guest.
When had he even last spoken to Anila? It was nice to see she was doing okay at least. He debated briefly before tapping another button on his bracer, allowing for the doorway to slide open wide enough to allow organic admittance. Then he flopped back against his beanbag again.
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He would however be remiss to admit that things had been a bit heavy of late. It didn't help that things were eating at all three of the turtles, and while Donnie hoped that the other two were weathering through things better than he had been, catching Mikey the other day in his frustrated state had spiked his own concerns.
It was hard, working through it, the negative funk. But Donnie was someone who needed to keep busy, and he found the ability to do so, to concentrate and put in some effort to something fruitful. It'd hit in bursts and if he was lucky he'd be able to get through to a suitable stopping point before whatever reserves he'd scraped the motivation from had run themselves empty again.
Currently was one of those 'empty' moments. He hadn't bothered going back up, sprawled there on the beanbag he purposely left close to his work area for such times. He'd pulled his hood up over his face, headphones thumping some techno as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone, not really registering much of the content that passed along the screen. He lifted his head as a window came up on his computer, notifying him of someone at the door, and with a few taps to turn down his music and another to call up the cameras outside, he blinked, surprised at the unexpected guest.
When had he even last spoken to Anila? It was nice to see she was doing okay at least. He debated briefly before tapping another button on his bracer, allowing for the doorway to slide open wide enough to allow organic admittance. Then he flopped back against his beanbag again.