-but it's not. [donnie glances back at the kettle -shitty stovetop elements take so long to heat, he better fix that later- and then over at his work. his task, his goal, his- his.
his brother.
donnie shifts his weight before coming over to leo. crouches next to him. hesitates a second, before placing a hand on leo's forearm.] It doesn't have Dad's chair. Mikey's art, Raph's- Raph's everything stink. It's not familiar, not to me. It's just...some empty sewer.
[donnie doesn't want some approximation, some 'close enough.' he wants their home. and to get home they have to fulfill their contracts, and what power-hungry faction doesn't like weapons and money?]
no subject
his brother.
donnie shifts his weight before coming over to leo. crouches next to him. hesitates a second, before placing a hand on leo's forearm.] It doesn't have Dad's chair. Mikey's art, Raph's- Raph's everything stink. It's not familiar, not to me. It's just...some empty sewer.
[donnie doesn't want some approximation, some 'close enough.' he wants their home. and to get home they have to fulfill their contracts, and what power-hungry faction doesn't like weapons and money?]