she shiver-flickers and gives her hands a shake, then seems to stabilise, albeit still with that borderline frantic WoRRY in her expression.
"p̴R̸o̸b̶A̶B̵L̴Y̸ ̶Y̶e̶S̵ .. iF nnn o bOdY breakS a. a. anYTHing."
There's quite a few photos to look through. They're not expertly artistic or anything; it's more like somebody took a screenshot via their eyes.
Here's one of Donnie, battleshell off and a blanket around his shoulders. He's not doing anything particularly special – just tinkering with some project or another, all focus and confident precision. The perspective makes it seem like the photographer had their head pillowed on his lap.
Here's one of a funky squirrel monster in the woods trying to carry a not-melon four times its size.
Here's a horribly graphic one of the "photographer" in the middle of doing field surgery on C-1.
One that sure seems to be the "photographer" flopping into one of Raph's squishy hugs.
Colours wash blue (blue like her eyes), two shades of cream, and Sparrow green as she says, softly, tentatively, but genuinely, "t̷r̶u̷s̶t̴ ̵y̸o̵u̸"
The photograph is incredibly, beautifully detailed, like she'd really taken her time to appreciate the moment. To appreciate him in that moment. He's intent on the thing he's fiddling with, but there's a faint smile on his lips, and you can tell just from looking that there were content turtle rumblies going on.
This one is less detailed. Much less focused, and even kind of blurry, like when you're so absolutely, utterly exhausted that you can't push through anymore. You can't. You just can't, but you couldn't REST until you felt SAFE.
Have fun watching the AI version of your girlfriend turn SO red in the cheeks -
And.
Also?
That steadfast gray background on the screen?
Purple appears there as well, and it sure does look like his ninpo. Shimmery purple blockyness, at rest but brimming with potential. Very "relaxed and contented apex predator will fuck you up SO BAD if you make a wrong move against him or his mate" vibes.
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She smiles a bit, though, and nods to both questions. "s̵U̶R̸e̵,̷ ̷a̵s̶ ̵L̸o̸N̴G̵ ̴a̶s̶ ̵y̷o̵u̵ ̵b̸r̴I̷n̸G̷ ̸t̵h̵e̷m̶ ̶B̷a̶C̵K̸.̵"
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[But yeah, he's keeping the headphones on for now, unplugging them for now.]
....no one else grabbed a phone, did they? [Checking the operations.]
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...
"U̸h̵ ̸.̷.̴.̴ ̴w̶e̷ ̷D̵o̵n̴'̶T̸ -"
Oh.
Fuck.
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They have to come back some time.
[He will grab three phones and set them out on the desk.] Can you call out to them when they come back?
[Also going to look at other things on the desk. Like the photos.]
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she shiver-flickers and gives her hands a shake, then seems to stabilise, albeit still with that borderline frantic WoRRY in her expression.
"p̴R̸o̸b̶A̶B̵L̴Y̸ ̶Y̶e̶S̵ .. iF nnn o bOdY breakS a. a. anYTHing."
There's quite a few photos to look through. They're not expertly artistic or anything; it's more like somebody took a screenshot via their eyes.
Here's one of Donnie, battleshell off and a blanket around his shoulders. He's not doing anything particularly special – just tinkering with some project or another, all focus and confident precision. The perspective makes it seem like the photographer had their head pillowed on his lap.
Here's one of a funky squirrel monster in the woods trying to carry a not-melon four times its size.
Here's a horribly graphic one of the "photographer" in the middle of doing field surgery on C-1.
One that sure seems to be the "photographer" flopping into one of Raph's squishy hugs.
Just SNAKE DAYS IN THE LIFE.
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[He has to believe that because otherwise, he will panic. Choco will be fine. Choco WILL BE FINE.]
[...oh.]
[Going to pick up the one of him.]
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The photograph is incredibly, beautifully detailed, like she'd really taken her time to appreciate the moment. To appreciate him in that moment. He's intent on the thing he's fiddling with, but there's a faint smile on his lips, and you can tell just from looking that there were content turtle rumblies going on.
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[He is blushing.]
[He is going to bury his face in Ringo.]
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There's a chirp from the computer.
Mate/home/Donnie/love.
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[MateChocoLoveLoveLove]
[Okay!]
[Letting go of Ringo.]
[...]
[Raph picture.]
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And there, with Raph?
In that squishy birdtle pile of two?
She felt safe enough to let go.
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[What if.]
[Give Ringo the Raph picture and sit with the lantern.]
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Wobbles.
Sinks down to the "floor" with a sleepy sound.
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[Will move Ringo away.]
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[Will]
[Let Ringo keep holding the Raph picture though.]
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[...]
[Grabs his picture and will put it with the lantern.]
Maybe this will help bolster you.
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And.
Also?
That steadfast gray background on the screen?
Purple appears there as well, and it sure does look like his ninpo. Shimmery purple blockyness, at rest but brimming with potential. Very "relaxed and contented apex predator will fuck you up SO BAD if you make a wrong move against him or his mate" vibes.
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Okay. I'm going to leave the picture for right now. I'm hoping it'll help keep you stable.
I'll move it back to where it was before when we're done, okay?
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There's a nod in there somewhere.
But it's mostly just chirps.
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