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Who: Robert Hastings (

semper_cogitans) and Hamato Donatello (

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What: Celebrating the birthday of a certain Turtle.
When: February 6th
Where: Around the village, though the Battle Dome's a standout locale.
Summary: While there's some rare peace, Robert tries to give Don some semblance of a birthday celebration by doing everything he's terrible at.
Rating: Shouldn't be anything too bad here. PG-13 maybe at most? Or maybe B for Birthday.

Thanks to the genius of Don's winter room, this year the Turtle is actually coherent on the day Robert remembers he defined as his birthday. And while the birthdate might not even be particularly accurate, it's nonetheless significant enough to Robert that he wants to commemorate it somehow.

So what better way than by making himself look a little silly doing all the things his partner is so fond of? Don had already wanted to go for a run, and it was easy enough from there to suggest a sparring session of sorts afterwards - they've been cooped up inside too long, and need the exercise anyway.

All of this is a little nervewracking for the scientist, but he is determined to make it work as he makes his way to the Turtle's winter room bright and early in the morning.

One way or another, he is going to make sure Don has fun today.

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Instead of starting anything massage-esque, Don nudges Robert away from him.

"Go take a shower. Slowly. Then meet me in the living room."

... Oh, right. He probably doesn't look particularly clean or massage-able at the moment.

Chagrined, Robert nods and pulls himself to his feet. The prospect of having a shower is admittedly nice, anyway.

"... Alright, Don..."

Give him a little while; he'll probably be there a bit if he starts cleaning.

That's fine. Don tidies up the dojo, then heads back to the winter room, hides behind some plants, and sits down to meditate. He would feel a lot better if he could put a finger on what bothered him so much about the sparring match.

All in all, it probably takes the human about half an hour to get himself clean enough where he isn't bothered anymore. The shower also gives him time to check over for any remaining wounds - Don's magic got rid of the majority of it, but Robert's able to patch up the remaining small marks.

When he's finished, he walks to the living room as instructed. It's possible Don won't be there, though...

Don arrives a few minutes later, carrying two kitchen chairs. One of them he puts down, silently gesturing for Robert to sit backwards in it. The other will be for himself.

The man pauses in front of the chair, before shrugging off the white bathrobe he was wearing and folding it over the seat, before sitting himself in it. He's still wearing a loose shirt, but that can be easily removed on request.

There he sits, waiting for whatever Don asks him to do.

"And your shirt," Don says, as he places the second chair behind Robert. His manner is still businesslike, but easier. Whatever is on his mind, it's making sense to him now.

"Alright," Robert responds, shedding the flimsy cotton without any pretense whatsoever. This is a feat that is still reserved for the Turtle sitting behind him.

Like this, his Pica pica wings are even more striking, freshly-cleaned and dried feathers carefully picked over to sit flat against the wing.

Don is probably going to wreck that in a moment, but as he draws his chair up to a comfortable distance he can't help noticing again how beautiful his partner's wings are.

"Listen, Robert..." he says slowly, before beginning to do anything. "I know how you react to this, and I can't... do anything for it, today. If you want, there's a nerve block that's used to - um, temporarily incapacitate men. It might make you more comfortable... ?"

That sounds both strange and... awkward, but it's fascinating enough that Robert is... at the least interested in it.

"... While it... does not bother me either way... it... could be worth an attempt..."

As long as it doesn't completely disable the aforementioned body parts. That could be a problem.

"Are you sure?" While Don thinks it's a good idea, he's never actually used this particular nerve block before, and he's worried about the potential effects if he gets it wrong. "It might hurt a little."

"I find it unlikely it would... cause significant damage."

Or so Robert hopes. Still, if something goes wrong he can probably fix it...

"Okay."

Don leans forward a little, tracing a finger down Robert's back, and cross-referencing his anatomical studies against the body in front of him. He murmurs to himself as he narrows down the correct location, talking through how the nerve aligns with and connects to other structures. When he's sure he has the right spot, he presses a little harder, alerting Robert to where he's about to be poked.

"Here goes."

He focuses on his aim, pulls his hand back, then jabs at a little place next to Robert's spine. If all goes well, Robert should feel a dulling sensation throughout his lower body, mainly concentrated as the tactile equivalent of static around his groin.

Robert hisses softly as Don's finger jabs into him, and the strange numbness that settles between his loins tells him that this particular nerve cluster strike definitely did its job.

"... A-Alright. I... I think it worked as... as you expected..."

Certainly strange though. Were it not awkward, Robert would definitely be inspecting his genitals right now to see exactly how he's been desensitized.

... He's more interested in the shiatsu, though, so for now he resettles his wings against his back.

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Robert should do exactly that, actually, since Don won't feel comfortable proceeding until he knows he's desensitized the right things.

"Can you wiggle your toes?"

Tentatively, Robert tries to move the relevant body parts. He's able to, but there's a slowed, dull sensation about the motions. It actually vaguely reminds him of his drug escapades, in that it's a strange sensory loss.

He decides not to share this information for now.

"... Yes. But... not p-particularly well."

"That's normal," Don says, hoping sincerely that his memory on this point is accurate. "Touch yourself and make sure you can feel it."

With basically no hesitation, Robert undoes his clothes enough to put his hands down the loose pants, fishing out the anatomy in question and carefully running his fingertips over himself to check for sensation.

... Hmm. All these touches feel... far away, almost. Like he's not quite touching himself.

"... There is... some sensation, yes. But... d-distant."

This is actually very fascinating...

"This will last for a few hours." Don squeezes Robert's shoulder, a reassuring touch. "Should I start now?"

Replacing himself and restraightening his clothes, Robert settles against the chair, lifting his wings slightly.

"... Yes, please."

Don runs his hands over the tidy feathers, a little sorry to be about to mess them up.

"I'm out of practice at this, and I've never tried it on wings before... Tell me if it's working, okay?"

It's okay; Robert will just clean them up again later.

"I will... though, what constitutes 'working' in this context?"

A valid question.

"Feeling good."

To demonstrate, Don presses a nerve cluster that should help to relieve any tension around the main wing joints, where they connect to Robert's back.

Robert sighs softly as any remaining tension drains out of him, replaced with blissful calm.

"... that succeeded..."

Thus encouraged, Don begins a proper massage on Robert's wings. He aims first for pressure points that should map simply onto the human's arms and shoulders. As he does so, he keeps up a soft running commentary, talking through the anatomical theory behind his movements. Robert expressed interest in learning how to do this himself, and he should be able to absorb a lot from this impromptu lecture.