[Leonardo looks up to him before letting Donatello move his head around to feel at the back of his neck. Get a hiss between his teeth for his efforts and a muttered:] Not worried, right.
[If Donnie weren't worried, he wouldn't be trying to check him over this immediately. And if the grip is any indicator, furious on top of that. But louder than Donnie's anger, louder than his own heart racing, what he hears loudest is Splinter sigh. Disappointment, maybe, that Leo won't just answer the question and accept Donatello's concern for what it is. Or maybe that Leonardo had made the call the way he did. It's impossible to tell, it always has been with Dad.
He's not stopping Donatello from examining him, but his muscles tense when he presses down on the back of his head, when he's lifted at a weird angle and something hard presses into his chest wrong. No, because this is how Donatello deals.]
Looks like you guys ar- [And that's a pothole, and he can pinpoint where that crack in the lower left part of his plastron is now, it'd only been sore down in the subway but it's so much worse now and that's great- like the stars he's seeing in his eyes before he hears that muffled shouting of April's - "Sorry 'bout that! People can't DRIVE in New York" - voice carries over.]
Just- Some bandaids and good as new. [Did that sound as strained to Donnie as it did in his own ears? He hopes not.]
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[If Donnie weren't worried, he wouldn't be trying to check him over this immediately. And if the grip is any indicator, furious on top of that. But louder than Donnie's anger, louder than his own heart racing, what he hears loudest is Splinter sigh. Disappointment, maybe, that Leo won't just answer the question and accept Donatello's concern for what it is. Or maybe that Leonardo had made the call the way he did. It's impossible to tell, it always has been with Dad.
He's not stopping Donatello from examining him, but his muscles tense when he presses down on the back of his head, when he's lifted at a weird angle and something hard presses into his chest wrong. No, because this is how Donatello deals.]
Looks like you guys ar- [And that's a pothole, and he can pinpoint where that crack in the lower left part of his plastron is now, it'd only been sore down in the subway but it's so much worse now and that's great- like the stars he's seeing in his eyes before he hears that muffled shouting of April's - "Sorry 'bout that! People can't DRIVE in New York" - voice carries over.]
Just- Some bandaids and good as new. [Did that sound as strained to Donnie as it did in his own ears? He hopes not.]