And when you forget that he's there

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Who: causeblocked and gaijin_ninja
What: meeting up for training
Where: the barracks, backdated to 6am on the 18th
Summary: Turtle-sensei gives an ironic lesson on hasty decisions.
Rating: PG-13 for language


Six am. What masochistic fool even got up for training that early? Hell, who got up that early period if they didn't have to?

Him, apparently.

Isamu yawned, strolling toward the barracks half-awake. He was lucky he'd even managed a small breakfast, so coffee had been out of the question. Hopefully a good exercise would wake him up a bit more. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be wearing to this thing, and he still didn't have much in his inventory to choose from, so he arrived in jeans and a t-shirt which was possibly not the best idea. At least they weren't his ripped jeans.

"S'up, Sensei?" he greeted the turtle blearily as he came into view.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'll think of somethin'."

He thought back to the bo Don had made him. Maybe he could start some basic weapons training instead. He'd just have to either find or make Isamu a bo.

"Well, I guess you can be done for the day. How's about we meet again Friday?"

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

"Friday sounds good." Isamu smiled. He was sore, but he was still standing. It could have been worse, he supposed. The important part was that he'd made it through and Raphael was still willing to train him.

He was tempted to ask if he could just drop to the floor and take a nap, though. If it had been cleaner, he might have. He'd just crash once he got him.

"So, do I have to call you 'Master Raph' now?"

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

"That...sounds really weird." He pondered it for a moment, turning the title in his mind until he decided it left a bad taste in his mouth. It reminded him too much of his father, and he definitely was not trying to take his master's place.

"Sensei's fine in the dojo, I guess. But it ain't like you gotta call me that everywhere. I bet we're probably the same age. That'd be kinda weird if ya think of it."

He knew humans had a hard time judging his age, so he wouldn't be surprised if Isamu thought he was older than he was. He certainly felt older than he was most of the time.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

"What, really?" Isamu had kinda been wondering about the turtle's age. Did mutant turtles age any differently than humans did?

"I'm seventeen. So how old are you?"

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

"I'm uh. I think I'm eighteen. Probably nineteen in the summer."

The reaction piqued his curiosity, though. He doesn't get much of a chance to ask humans what they think of him and his brothers. "How old didja think I was?"

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

He thought? As in he didn't know? Well, there were probably complications somewhere along the line, maybe involving how he'd become a mutant in the first place. If he'd been less tired he might have asked more questions, but they could wait for another time.

"Ah, I don't know. Twenties? It's the voice, really. And the build."

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

He grinned at that, taking it as a compliment. His voice has been this deep since he was at least fourteen, and he really is very proud of his build. He works his ass off to get this big, and it shows.

"Yeah, no. Eighteen." Then he remembered what he was doing. "Anyways -" He nodded a bow to Isamu. "Good session."

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

"Guess you're at least a little bit older than me. It'd be even more weird if you were younger." As if the situation wasn't weird enough already. Talking turtle and all.

Isamu bowed back, even though it still felt awkward. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad."

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"So I'll see ya Friday. Hopefully I'll get the place lookin' better by then."

He frowned at the dingy room, wishing he at least had mats. He'd have to recruit his brothers into making some before he started teaching throws, that's for sure. But that also meant bringing up the whole taking in a student thing to his brothers. It was inevitable, but he wasn't looking forward it.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Isamu just kind of smirked at the room. It definitely wasn't a traditional dojo, that was for sure.

"Should I expect Chateau de Tortue when I come back?"

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." That must've been French of something. Its meaning completely escaped him. "What?"

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

That caused Isamu to chuckle a bit. "I was just asking if you planned on giving it your own special flare."

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

"Oh." That what that meant? Well now he felt stupid. "Nah, I'll be happy just to get some mats in here. Think I'd rather avoid splatter paintin' the walls that way if I can help it."

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It took a moment for Isamu to get what he meant, and he winced. "Mats would be a good idea, yeah."

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He grunted something akin to amusement. "Well, I don't know about you, but I gotta go home and shower before work." Then headed for the door, turning and bowing to the dojo before walking out.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

"Uh... okay. See you." Isamu has to take a moment to boggle at the mental image of a turtle in the shower before following Raphael out (mimicking the bow on the way).