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Who: Robert Hastings (

semper_cogitans) and Hamato Donatello (

i_speak_softly)
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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To this, Don just shrugs cautiously. He doesn't feel comfortable speaking for Robert that way.

Robert can speak for himself, then.

Still quite obviously embarrassed, the man focuses on some point on the sheets and speaks in an awkwardly faraway voice.

"... S-Since... the th-third of the prior September, I have... thought of this particular s-subject... though, er, n-not necessarily with the same level of detail, as... the w-winter period was when I enacted much of my... r-researching, on the topic..."

He stops, knitting his fingers lightly and curling them against his palms.

"... It is... ethically wrong, to... to d-desire such... such aggression. I felt... a-and, perhaps, still feel... that it... is not meant to be a-anywhere near lovemaking... and yet... the p-presence you possessed then... I was, and a-am, intrigued..."

He hunches his shoulders. Is there something wrong with him, for wanting that? Did Luceti just completely break him? Or maybe that was always there in his head, and he just never had the chance to think about it before? Either thought is a little frightening...

Don has no idea what happened on the third of September, but from context he can guess what Robert is referring to - and the admission surprises him.

"You - liked that?"

"Yes." Strangely forceful, coming from Robert, but he needs to prove that his weird and taboo feelings are real. "... I desired it then... though I still have n-no intentions of enacting anything you do not... a-also desire.

But... I have been... a-ashamed to say. And your r-reaction..." It didn't make it seem any less shameful, no.

His reaction? Don looks away, though Robert probably won't notice.

"I thought you were afraid of me."

"N-Not at all..." Robert shakes his head fiercely, though now Don won't notice considering he's got his head turned away. "It is rare I see you... so desirous of me. If... if a-anything it was..." He grapples for a good word, and finally settles on: "... e-exciting."

Robert might regret not looking now, as a lopsided smile sneaks across Don's face, until the Turtle squashes it.

"I - I don't know, Robert. But I'll think about it."

That's all Robert can ask for, and the human dares to turn his head then - unfortunately post-smile-squash - to look at him almost timidly.

"... Th-thank you..."

He wants to restate how important it is that Don be comfortable - that nothing happens that the Turtle doesn't want - that Robert understands the risks and that his body isn't so weak as it was even six months ago - but he doesn't say those things. Instead he lets his expression say them, as much as it ever does.

Don is still doubtful that Robert understands all the implications of what he's asking for, but it doesn't matter right now.

He shifts, almost a precursor to getting up, and gestures to Robert's midsection.

"Did the nerve block wear off?"

It seems reasonable to think it might have, but Robert doesn't want to guess on this, so he tentatively tries to flex his toes and other assorted regions again.

This time, the motion comes easily, and without restraint.

"It... seems so..."

"Okay." Don stretches his arms above his head, and pushes the blanket away. "Let's eat something."

Only now does Robert realize how long they actually went without eating anything.

Whelp. This calls for some kind of extravagant late lunch affair, clearly.

"... I agree," the man says, smiling before pulling himself to his feet. There's a momentary waver, but he's doing fine and can walk without any problems after he finds his balance once more. (Good to know how well this works for future reference...)