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What: Probably the most awkward, hormone-spiked bath ever
When: March 31st, during the Unofficial Derpturtle Sleepover
Where: House 55
Summary: Robert has just the luck to be turned into a mutant red-eared slider in the middle of spring mating season, which, needless to say, is making everything a little awkward. Especially when he's been in the same house as his boyfriend (and his family) for a few days. And then, of course, he's neglecting to keep himself hydrated, so clearly Don has to get him into a bath. ~~This won't turn awkward or fail miserably at all.~~
Rating: F for Fail. No, really, it's probably going to get into NC-17 territory, though knowing how much Robert and Don suck at emotional stuff, anything along those lines will likely be awkward and abortive.

So how uncomfortable is it to be in your partner's house in the middle of a mating season while simultaneously being aware of how much the rest of his family dislikes you?

Very uncomfortable, that's how uncomfortable. And that is why Robert has completely immersed himself in work on his nanocomputer, both to ignore the subtle anxiety of the various Hamatos not named Donatello looking at him disapprovingly and to try to suppress the increasingly-urgent desire to do more than just cuddle with Donatello. It was decidedly unprofessional to feel like that... and, truth be told, Robert was more than a little nervous about the idea. Eight years of self-imposed cloistered distance from people meant that sexuality was something he hadn't really ever gotten a chance to envision as anything more than furtive, broken fantasies. Never mind that his emotional abilities were skewed enough and most of his fantasies ended up depressing him somewhat because they were about Benjamin... though, the subject of them had, admittedly, changed somewhat in three months.

Okay, changed a lot.

Clearly this mental topic deserved to be crushed down in favour of typing even more fiercely at the ergonomically-designed miniature keyboard of his nanocomputer. Never mind that only having two fingers was kind of throwing him off his typing stride. Never mind the strange lethargy and general illness he felt. I have to distract my mind from this...

Somebody more knowledgeable of turtles - for example, an actual turtle - might realize Robert's more than a little dehydrated right now. That's what happens when you isolate yourself in a house where people tend to congregate around the kitchen and steadfastly refuse to do anything but work in a desperate attempt to push the hormone-induced thoughts out of your head. (And it's funny, because Robert normally wouldn't deny thoughts like this. But there isn't anywhere private enough to indulge them...)

Anybody feel like wresting him from his engrossed state at the nanocomputer?

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It's not that Robert doesn't know about how hormones can be powerful. After all, he's an astrobiologist; he knows that they can be extremely potent in other species. But it was more the suddenness of it that had thrown him off. How he'd been in Don's arms one second, and the next flat on his back.

His own disconnect from his instincts means that the turtle instincts he has are getting more or less pushed aside. He's only barely cognizant even of his human instincts.

That hand going toward Robert's head? Robert just cringes. He doesn't make any attempt to move away from what he expects is a strike. And yet, it isn't. It's just a gentle touch on the head.

The owner of that hand is still terrifying though, so Robert isn't un-cringing anytime soon. He still looks decidedly anxious. However, he finds his voice enough to speak - somewhat audibly, if not shakily.

"... M-Master Splinter, sir... th-the issue i-isn't him being sexual with me. The issue is how... v-violent that was. And s-sudden.

He d-didn't need to push me down." Robert's voice is nearly plaintive.

He sobers at the second part though. "Honestly... I h-hadn't expected such... suddenness... but, I apologize. I was the one who... r-requested his permission for the initial contact. I suppose I... shouldn't have done so... But I didn't expect that it would... h-happen like that."

Robert's gaze travels down, across the stripes on his arms. He's ashamed of how unprofessional he was, how much he needed Donatello... How wonderful it had been and how it felt like he'd ruined it with his own foolish needs.

"... I'm... not used to being so aroused all the time..." I'm used to being in control.

Really, this whole situation was reminding him of the drugs.

Splinter sighs tiredly and removes his hand. He seems more irritated than angry now. Why were all of his sons capable of such foolishness? Even Leonardo was likely capable of such lapses in judgment if he met the right... woman. Or man, as it may seem.

He does his best to ignore how blunt Robert is being about what had happened. There are some things that Splinter would rather not know. The details of this are some of them. The rat's eyelid twitches.

"Then you know for the future to be more cautious," Splinter states dryly. "Donatello is also not used to being aroused by someone."

He was going to have a migraine after this was all said and done.

Robert wouldn't have thought Don was capable of this if he hadn't been pushed down by him a minute ago. This didn't seem like the kind of thing that Don was even capable of doing... but there was no denying that it had occurred. And Robert was almost ashamed of himself for feeling a little bit of fear of Don now... if he was capable of that.

Robert's always blunt about everything. He always wants to know, even if it kills him. A part of him is glad that he knows this bit of Don, even if it's terrifying him to know about.

"I... s-suppose I do. Or... or perhaps we'll need to discuss things in advance."

Robert shakes his head slightly, a hand going up to slowly rest on his own face. "... He questioned why I was interested in him at all. As far as I'm concerned, there's no reason I wouldn't be... he's wonderful."

The scientist-turned-turtle chances a look over at the irritated-looking rat.

"... Sir... Thank you. I... I appreciate... your kindness, in allowing me to speak. And taking me in for this time. And... I apologize for being so unprofessional.

... We never did get a chance to... speak properly before, did we...?" Being afraid of Splinter hadn't helped. But... Robert's seen that Splinter is capable of more than just glaring angrily at him for existing, now.

At around "You would do best to keep your hands to yourself while you are in our home!" Mike decides he's had enough, and walks as quietly as he can on hooves to the living room and out the front door.

He can't take this anymore.