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Who:

semper_cogitans and

gaijin_ninja at first, with

i_speak_softly ,

the_mikester ,

honorthecode and

ninjacane probably joining in afterwards
What: Robert desperately needing his butt rescued
When: Backdated to yesterday (March 23), after the events of this thread
Where: Near the riverbank of the stretch of river between the bridges near Community Building Four. Will probably move to House 55 later
Summary: After an extremely short sprint away from Yuber (thanks to Litchi), Robert's pretty much passed out on the riverbank. Then he has a rather unlikely knight-in-shining-keratin come to rescue him. Shenanigans follow.
Rating: Gods, I have no idea. Tentatively saying R because Raphael is involved and things will likely get awkward later, but it'll most likely only be for language and/or violence - two things you can't really avoid with the TMNT

Robert is not doing well at all, by anybody’s standards of “well”.

Sprawled out on the ground with his forearms streaked with mud from where he’s collapsed on the sodden riverbank, shaking with utter exhaustion and terror; fear’s still coiling in his gut and driving him to get up – except he can’t, because he is so totally demolished physically from even the short sprint from the fountain’s perimeter to the riverbank. Adrenaline spikes through him even now, enough to make his hands tremble – but he still can’t will himself to get up. It’s useless. He’s useless. Litchi is there, in front of the angry Yuber – possibly even dying for his sake, dear gods - and he’d been too useless, he had needed to run...

He sobs softly, losing himself to the feeling of panic that threatens to overwhelm his rationality, even when it still sits there in his mind, quietly, coldly; surveying the situation, making notes. Yuber wasn’t attacking before I left. I sent out that message on the journals.

The question is... had anybody actually heard that message?

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He pats his son's back for a moment when he finds himself suddenly glomped, and then he's rendered completely speechless when his son kisses his boyfriend passionately. He stares. And stares. Then stares some more. It only takes ten seconds for his brain to start working again, but it seems like an eternity.

Splinter clears his throat loudly, "However, there are still certain things that should remain a private affair."

Don't break your dad's brain anymore than it already is, Don.

There's no time for Robert to object or even to really do anything other than to put his arms around Don and respond to that kiss. And really, there's nothing else he would've wanted to do. It's Don, the wonderful person he's come to absolutely adore. He returns the kiss with an essentially-equal amount of fervour.

That is, until Splinter's words break him out of his reverie. Reluctantly, he breaks their kiss and scoots back enough for it to look somewhat less unprofessional.

Breathlessly, he mumbles, "M-my apologies..." Though if he's honest, he didn't mind that one bit.

Don is immediately and genuinely embarrassed, moving away a little but still managing to find Robert's hand with his own and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Sorry, Sensei. We'll be discreet."

And then, if Splinter has nothing else to say, Don will get to his feet, expecting Robert to stand with him. He's forgotten that the man probably has no circulation in his legs by now.

No circulation, indeed. Robert attempts to stand, loses his balance on tottery legs that don't want to work right at all now that he's been sitting on them for quite some time, and clumsily falls on his side on the mats.

He yelps slightly with the distress of suddenly being prone and attempts to scramble to a non-seiza sitting position.

"... Gah. It appears my legs are... not particularly co-operative at the moment."

Splinter just sighs and brings a hand to rub at his growing headache. Out of all his children, he thought that at least Donatello would know how to be discreet. Maybe it had been a momentary lapse. That's all he could hope.

Then, Robert manages to crash over, and the absurdity of it brings an almost smile to his face, if only for a moment. It at least lessens his annoyance, if only slightly. He goes to help Robert up, probably with Don's help, despite it.

"It is impressive you managed to hold that position throughout our conversation," Splinter admits, not sure to be amused or annoyed.

Don takes Robert's other side and lifts him to his feet. He's impressed too, and glad he took the time to show Robert how to do this.

Robert totters a little as he's helped to his feet. The intense pins-and-needles sensation that overtakes his limbs makes him almost cling to Don for support, and take whatever help he can get from Splinter gratefully.

"... I am surprised I managed to hold it that long myself," he admits with some discomfort. "But... I felt that it was necessary to at least demonstrate an effort..."

It's another sign of how unhealthy he is, Robert figures, that he can't hold the position well at all.

"It will get easier with time," Splinter states, glancing at his son. "My son also could not hold that position very well at first, nor could his brothers. It takes practice."

Don looks embarrassed. "I was three. I couldn't hold any position."

"I suppose I'll have more opportunities to practise it," Robert notes. He may just have to get a mat like this if that's something that Don's family will want him to do.

Picturing Don as a three-year old child is an interesting thought. He wonders how Don looked then.

"Ah, but you were so cute back then," Splinter smiles a bit, then nods to Robert. "Yes, you will have more opportunities--but not now. For now, you should rest."

Mostly because you look a little exhausted.

Father. Don keeps his mouth shut and is silently grateful there aren't any pictures.

~~But it's so adorable.~~

"Certainly, Master Splinter, sir," Robert replies, nodding. That's all he wants to do right now, anyway.

Exactly. His sons were so cute when they were little! If they are ever little again in Luceti, Splinter will learn how to use a camera.

"Donatello, please taken Robert someplace where he can sleep."

You're dismissed.