083 Facets [Accidental Voice:Engish] It's raining echidna

[wearsatorc]

[The transmission starts with a clatter, and a a thud, a few thuds actually and a painful sounding groan.]

ow Okay...not trying that again for a while.

Where's...oh for crying out loud! I hate this flipping communicator.

[Click]

(ooc: Okay, an echidna [wearing a green sweater] just fell out of the sky outside Latimir and bounced along the pavement Commentlogs are welcome, but he will one cranky echidna. Let this be a lesson to you, don't glide while still recovering from blood loss.)

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[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Er...Thanks.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Mm, 'course.

Wha' were ya tryin' ta do?

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[Something that can't be fixed by a Moa smile? O_____O Oh no!]

I like your sweater.

[Text]

[hatshatshats.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good! Make sure you get a lot of rest then, Knuckles-san!

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Wait, you can fly?

[But! More importantly. Slightly resigned and annoyed, but mostly worried.]

... Come back inside; I'll take a look at it.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[*Sigh*]

No, I can glide.

[Another sigh, this one more annoyed.]

Coming.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

...Thanks, it was Christmas present.

[So is this a comment log?]

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

... That's still pretty awesome, you know. [Don so totally wishes he could do that.]

Good. We should change the bandages anyways.

[Keywords: Grumpy Old Grandpappy]

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Not when it doesn't work.

[Knuckles walks into the apartment then, and he bites back a comment saying that he could change his bandages himself, the last thing they need is another argument breaking out in the apartment.]

/dead

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

... Well, things happen?

[Don knows you can, but it's an excuse, really.

... Yeah, Don's been a bit argumentative, lately. Probably best to avoid starting him up again.]

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Things happen to often around here.

[Knuckles runs a hand though his dreads.]

I can't remember the last time I fell out of a glide.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to get that impression.

[Donatello looks a bit more worried for a moment, but he returns to his normal level of worry afterwards.]

... You should probably take it easy for the next couple of weeks just until your body replenishes its blood supply a bit more. [A beat.] Does your side hurt anymore than it has?

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Right, take it easy...

Don, I just fell somewhere between fifteen to twenty feet out of the air, everything hurts more than it has been.

[And yet, you can't really tell he's in pain. Looks like someone is really good at pretending he's well when he isn't.]

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[GAH YOU IDIOT. Donatello stares at him for a moment before facepalming.]

I'm going to wait until after you remove your bandages and I look you over before I start panicking, if that's all right with you. You're just as bad as my brothers... [At least they have shells.]

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[Knuckles just gives Don a level look.] I've had worse.

So is here okay for you or do you want to do this in another room?

[He's already holding the hem of his sweater but waiting for Don's answer before starting to pull it off.]

sorry so late

[loyal_cube]

[He's happy to hear from you.... he hopes]

That sounded heavier than just the communicator.... did you trip?

No worries! Is you arm better?

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Yeah I tripped.

Yea, except now I have sunburn. /fail

[loyal_cube]

Knuckles-san didn't scrape anything too badly, did he?

I know Knuckles-san can take care of himself... It's good to hear from him. I- I just haven't been listening much to the communication device while that ghost was around... I was taking care of someone.

/o

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. [He may have pulled his stitches though]

...You've been looking after Reisen?

[loyal_cube]

T-that's good... but you still have supplies in case you do hurt yourself, right?

...

Yes. She seems much better now... [he sounds so happy talking about her, even a little bit]

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[Sure? :D ]

Are you hurt?

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Donatello drops his hand with a sigh.] Everyone's had worse, here.

... We can do it in Leo's room. [The one he's sharing with Leo, anyways. He smiles softly, and maybe, just maybe, his tone is teasing a little.] More private in case I have to "scold" you.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[Knuckles shrugs]Had worse at home too.

Okay...[Knuckles looks a little confused at the scolding remark until...] You're the medic of the family because you're the mother hen aren't you?

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

... A lot of people here have also had that.

[That actually gets a laugh instead of a quick denial.] ... Someone has to be. We don't have a mother. But Leo and I share the responsibility, really. Tag team, sometimes.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and so does the new guy, Don.

I'm glad to here that, she had me worried. [So cute Cube]