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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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[thepurpleone]

[Donnie lifts his head again to look at her that. They're both pretty awkward and he knows it. But her words are reassuring. It's different when it's someone who's not related to you, saying such things. He smiles up at her, his hands gently curling tighter around hers again.]

Um. ...would it be too weird to ask for a hug?

[He knows he more or less threw himself at her the last time but that was under completely different circumstances!]

[shybombardier]

[Anemone reaches out and pulls him in before he's even done talking. For as strong as she views Donnie, she's careful to not squish him too much to her metal chest, his soft, organic form feeling so fragile. Still, this is just as much a comfort for her as it is for him, because she reassures herself that he's not going to disappear on her either.]

Never.

[She says softly.]

[thepurpleone]

[Oh, well this is okay too. It's kind of tricky hugging someone with so many gaps between their body parts and made of metal, but Anemone's careful when she pulls him into her embrace. Donnie brings his arms up around her as much as he can, sighing.

It's not the tight, rough hugs his brothers like to dole out or even the rare ones from his dad, but in its own way, it's weirdly comforting. Donnie asks for hugs even less than he gives them, and there are few enough that he tolerates them from. He's glad Anemone's there, just as reassured that no one else is disappearing, that maybe like this, they can hide from whatever suspicious influences may be upon the space bridge.]