semilethal | FOLK - IC CONTACT

donnie donnie d dd dddd i got smth to show u
u gotta come see

[Can you feel it? The way he's practically vibrating on the other side of his relic?]

incoming

[It's the only warning he gets before a portal opens in Don's living room and Leo steps through with a platter of something covered in a towel.]

Special ✨ deliveryyyy~

[Peter kind of dreads this conversation already, but... after talking to Casey, he figures he should try.]

Hey,

I just wanted to apologize if I upset you or anything somehow. I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot somewhere. Sometimes we get along pretty well, and then you seem irritated by me being around. So, I'm sorry for stepping on any toes or anything.

If you wanna talk about it, I'm here.

[Rue has left a beautiful wrapped package right in front of Donnie's door, complete with magical confetti that pops off quietly in tiny poofs and dissolves into nothingness. Upon opening, he'll find that inside that package is exactly the bespoke suit he has requested, made to his perfect specifications, just a touch bigger to accommodate for any growing he has done. And beneath that, is that same varsity jacket that Rue originally made for him, in purple and with his name beautifully spread along the back.

And a tiny notecard that simply reads:]

Enjoy ♡ - Rue

[Hey Donnie. Probably a couple days ago some of Rue's lemon cookies were left at your door.

But this isn't about that. This is about something else. A furry critter fumbling at your window. Like it just does not know what to do or how to lay down out there, but it's definitely a moderately sized cat making the worst cat sounds ever because how the FUCK do cats make these noises, they have so many noises they can make but Donnie. Donnie let him in. Let him in he's got a bone to pick with you.]

Donatello, darling? Do you have a moment to speak with me?

[spoilers: that cheerful tone is a trap]

[Attached is a text file with a set of code. It's personalized, but there are styles and sections peppered throughout that look like it could be Donnie's code. (Or at least one he might write in the future.) Casey's own code looks tailored to align well with Donnie's. Almost like one was a divergent of the other, weird.

It's a pretty decent code, obviously meant to facilitate communication between one piece of tech and another. There are a couple of minor errors that would be easily missed if one were not a genius teenage ninja turtle.]

Hi Donnie, sorry to bother you. If you have a minute can you take a look at this? I think it's almost there, but I'm getting a runtime error. I can get a connection but it won't transfer files. Might need the BS9000 magic touch.

For incentive, I'm about 90% sure it'll unlock future stuff on my mask. I'll share

Dearest, thank you again for calling me to help with Casey. He is doing much better now and we had a very nice, long chat together about the situation.

But I did want to check on you too, Donnie. Are you doing alright? Do you need me? I would be happy to hear anything that is on your mind.

[Without any warning, Rue shows up at Donnie's apartment a little before noon, without any sign of treats or new clothing to gift him. For once, it is only them, just the local fey owlbear, knocking at his door.]

[It's so subtle, he doesn't make a sound except the noise of his portal opening. It's a small one, under Donnie's bed. Long enough for something to crawl through and close again.

But the feeling of Leo being there through their bond is unmistakeable, along with the barrage of emotions ranging from fucked up I fucked it up to feeling cornered like has for the last couple of hours. Nothing physically dangerous, no tangible pain. But that sensation is loud through the bond. Leo curls up, burying his little pine marten face into his fur. Not quite as good as tucking himself into his shell, but a lot more discrete and easy to hide away.]

[The message comes with an attachment of several folders: detailed schematics of future Leo's prosthetic, a repair guide and compilation of errors and mechanical failures over the course of its lifetime (mostly by Donatello, the last two years by Casey), medical information on the connecting port installation, post-op physiotherapy, and periodic health checks for Leo.]

I'm sure you've got your own plans, but I hope this helps.

[....]

If there's anything you need done just say the word.

Please let me know you are still well, darling.

[There isn't a knock or anything as formal as that. Instead, a portal opening in Don's bedroom before a huge, big pile of different metals and alloys are shoved through with a note that just says "MAKE SOMETHING COOL">]

[There's a polite, parental knock at the door.]

Donatello? Or his darling little construct friends? It's Rue!

Donnie, where are you? You're coming, aren't you?

[This is better than their last attempted conversation over text, maybe.]

Big Steve Rogers apparently wants to bring a cake by the garage and wanted you to have some.

do you have any actual cake preferences? Like besides texture stuff.

You have [1] grouptext invitation.

[Christmas Eve and Donnie gets a package (along with Raph). Inside Donnie's is: a new box of gloves to work in (200ct) and noise cancelling headphones for while he's working.]

[ "As promised. ~TS"

Inside the box, is a purple soldering gun.

...Along with a whole array of different tools that Donnie might need his own copy of. All of them in a purple finish. ]

[Donnie will find a neatly wrapped present for him from Hob on Christmas morning, whether by his side when he wakes after the slumber party or delivered to his doorstep.]

donnie come where my tracker is its important

You have 3 brothers, correct?

This is an invitation to a group chat

If you're interested, if not, nbd

Donnie ♪♫ WHY do you have a glitter bomb fire extinguisher

[She is texting from outside your door, just FYI.]

My dearest, most brilliant Donatello,

Happy holidays to my most genius son and one of the young men I admire most.
I do not mean to make this too sentimental, but meeting you in that awful place might easily be one of the very best things to ever happen in my life. I can not imagine who I would be without the chance to know and love as I do. I saw but a glimpse of that life after you and your brother left ADI, and so I know just how lucky I am to be here with you again in this is world now.

And whenever you return to New York, I will be there with you too. I am so proud of you and my love for you is endless.

Affectionately yours,
Rue

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aug 13

august 19th - text, un; Parkour

a gift left outside of his apartment door.