tushanshu | 001; Audio - The one where Mike tries to make sense of this.

[Mike knows the rules, and he knows them by heart: When you're in a new place, and you aren't sure of your surroundings, you stay hidden to stay safe. Someone will come and find you. So when the kedan deliver him to his suite, Michaelangelo stays there.

It's only after he's lowered all the shades, explored the suite from top to bottom, and booby-trapped the front door with common household items, that Mike turns his attention to the communication console. Mike's access and familiarity with all things computer has been limited at best, with the bulk of his exposure coming in the form of play-testing what ever new video game Donatello had been coding. So it comes as more than a little bit of a shock to him that the console is as easy for him to work as the skim-milk blue guy with a similar number of fingers on his hands said it would be.

It doesn't matter that he's not home, or that the people who found him aren't quite human, or even that anyone who saw him on this vidscreen thing could easily just assume he was some sort of special effect added in post production.]

Um...hello? I.
I'm just looking for my brothers. There was a light from some sort of machine. They started to disappear without me. I just. I just want to find them.

Leo? Donnie? Raph? Please tell me you're out there. Please?

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Don was saying he was going to go get the maps and then bring them back and then run away and do...stuff to get this organized so he doesn't have to actually think about it.

Not very clearly, because he's not thinking straight either.

"Apparently. I wouldn't argue. I'll be back...later. I need to get some stuff for you."

Raph shifts his weight awkwardly, folding his arms. He knows this means he likely won't be spending as much time in Donnie's apartment; they're not exactly inseparable, but more often than not he was at Don's or Don was at his, and depending on how Donnie feels about this it's not going to be happening as often.

Raph wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of other-dimension brothers either, when it first occurred to him. That's why he didn't tell Don about it. Makes sense that Don's bothered by it, but now Raph's basically chosen this Mike over his own Don and-

Rrrgh. He fucking hates feeling guilty. Don just needs to get over it, he hasn't done anything wrong. Right?

"We'll be at my place," he says gruffly, not looking at Donatello.

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"We will?"

Because while all this unsaid brother stuff is going on, he's still trying to get his head around the very simple fact that Raph...this Raph who is very clearly not his Raph...is basically adopting him anyway.

It's confusing.
Maybe he's been reading the signals wrong this whole time.

"You'd better be. I don't want to have run all over Water looking for you two."

Isn't it nice how much power you have over your own life, Mikey?

Don shifts around and sets his foot against the edge of the roof, plotting a course out of Water. He's not entirely aware of Raph's internal struggles, instead relieved that this means someone will be keeping an eye on this alternate Mikey. That's one stressor out of the way, at least. For now. "No fighting, no straining those stitches. I'll see you later."

Then he'll run off and start trying to find a way to contact this other Leo, because so long as he's planning that he's not actually...contacting anyone. Immediately. Should give him some time to wrap his head around this, right?

Half adopted, Mikey. Only half. Only until someone shows up to claim you like a lost puppy.

Don runs off without looking too heartbroken and Raph takes a moment to wonder if maybe he's just being stupid, then shrugs it off -a little irritated about it- and turns to Michelangelo. "Well? Come on."

Blinking, Mike considers what he has left in his suite here.
When he arrived he didn't have much on him, really just what he'd armed himself with when they were on their way to infiltrate the TCRI building. The usual padding, his 'chucks, climbing claws, some throwing knives and stars ... and that was pretty much it.

And yet, when Raph turns to him and invites him "home," for lack of a better term, Mike pauses. Leave it to a poor kid to obsess about leaving something behind.

He stows his nunchucks, gives himself a pat down to make sure he's got everything he thinks he should have, and then moves towards where Raph stands on the roof.

"This is because I took off the mask, isn't it," he says with a smirk.

Raphael punches Mike in the arm. "This is because you turned your freakin' suite into a House of Horrors." Not so much because he's afraid of Mike actually killing someone -although he is a little concerned about that- but mostly because if Mike had to booby-trap his apartment like that just to feel safe enough to be in there, what the hell would he do when it came time for him to sleep?

The answer to that is easy enough: He wouldn't have.
Not until complete exhaustion had force him to do so.

Mike rolls his shoulder out in an effort to displace the brunt of the sting from the punch.

"It's not that bad," he says now rolling his eyes. "Or...maybe it actually is."

His rolling eyes come to rest square on the newly chipped portion of shell that Raph is sporting.
Mike's face expression is a mask of innocence.
His eyes, on the other hand, are laughing. Loudly.

HE WILL FUCK YOU UP

"Yeah, it is that bad! Now stop chit-chatting and let's go already!" Raphael punches Mikey's shoulder again before jumping over the side of the building to scale down to the ground. Better to run this way than run on the rooftops here and risk falling through.

It's only when Raph is more out of earshot that Mike hisses his way through the pain of that second jab.

"Yeeeoouch," he says to no one in particular, right before he leaps off the roof and in hot pursuit of Raphael.

001; Audio - The one where Mike tries to make sense of this.

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