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[Closed] Re-Acquaintance

Who: Donnie

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What: ~~Huvrye finds out he's the proud dad of twins~~ In which Donnie promptly forgot he fell asleep in some stranger's house
When: *waves a shoehorn vaguely*
Where: Huvrye and Leo's apartment, Central City
Content Warnings: N/A

Passing out at the end of a couch is comfortable and all until you wake up. Then the rest of your body dutifully reminds you of what a terrible decision that had been, to which you would argue that you didn't really have a choice when it was you, dear body, that gave out in the first place! Betrayal!

...not that Donnie hasn't woken up from such a position in numerous other instances. Just that this one is a lot softer than a worktable surface. Slowly pushing himself upright, the softshell stretches out his arms before rolling out his shoulders, slumping immediately as his brain kickstarts the rest of his waking routine.

-wait, where is he and who is sleeping behind him.

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Donnie stirring wakes Leo, pulling him back to awareness bit by bit. Having a hard shell for a back means it’s pretty hard to put a kink in it, but one of his arms is asleep and he grumbles under his breath as he opens his eyes.

He’s on the couch, and someone put a blanket over him at some point. He can smell coffee. And…

Donnie’s here, waking up next to him. Not a dream, or some cruel trick of his brain.

As a means of attracting attention, Leo stretches his arms and legs with the loudest and most obnoxious sigh he can, before shaking out the sleeping arm.

His expression slowly pinches in at the sound, at the fingers and toes that enter his peripheral. His annoyance lasts just for a second as everything gets nudged back into place with his growing wakefulness. The suggestion of coffee certainly helps.

Right. Weird city, alternate reality?? Unknown apartment. And Leo.

Donnie curls back as much as he can to stretch out his spine before he swings an arm behind him with a yawn, a half-hearted bat at his brother for being annoying this early in the morning. Or... Actually he has no idea what time it is. He rubs at his eyes before blearily bringing up the interface of his computer.

He huffs a laugh at the bat, not doing anything to evade. While Donnie messes with his tech, he'll root around in the blanket for his own phone, checking the time.

"...Welp. Guess I'm playing hooky today."

He could probably catch the bus if he hurried and got around, but nope. How can he go to class today when his brother just showed up? He's happy right here, thank you.

Huvrye has had a busy night, and while he hadn't been expecting to cap it off with finding a second turtle teen asleep on the couch, he can roll with it. There's space, and it'll definitely be good for Leo to have family here.

(It also helps that he finally checks his texts to get the full context, or at least as much of it as Leo had seen fit to send.)

He'd tucked a spare blanket around Leo and spent the rest of the night reading in his room, heading back to the kitchen at sunrise to make coffee and letting the kids sleep as the morning wears on. There's probably something to be said for getting Leo up for school, but he doesn't bother with it. His brother just arrived last night. Let him take the day.

"I called you out," he says from the kitchen, and boy, had that ever been a process. "Didn't think you'd want to go today."

Leo leans up from the couch so he can look into the kitchen, grinning big.

"That's why I keep you around, Huv." Hopefully his actual gratitude is evident in his tone. He hopes the school didn't give him too much trouble; at least Leo did put him down as his emergency contact.

Speaking of, though, he guesses introductions should be made.

"Donnie," he says now, swiveling on the couch so he can gesture more fully, "this is Huvrye, my roommate." And now he looks over at Huvrye again. "Huvrye, this is Donatello, aka Donnie, Dee, Donald, etcetera, my other, worser, less handsome half in middle brothering."

Listen, he may be happy to see Donnie again, but it doesn't stop him from razzing him at any given opportunity.

Donnie opens his mouth to comment when a new voice chimes in. He freezes, his eyes slowly tracking towards the kitchen. Leo did mention something about a roommate. The concept is still a strange one, living anywhere with anyone other than direct family or even April.

He straightens up again, glancing back at Leo and the casual air in which his brother naturally delves into introductions. And then he frowns and promptly shifts himself around to sit properly beside Leo so he can better shove him over.

"Rooming with Leo, that is quite a feat. Congratulations- anyway yes, nice to make your acquaintance, never do I respond to 'etcetera.'"

Huvrye's had more than enough time to get used to how Leo communicates; he can hear the gratitude, and so he doesn't sass back. Probably better to hold off on that while he's making a first impression anyway. He leans against the door frame, coffee mug in hand, and offers a smile. "Nice to meet you too. I was planning on sticking with Donnie, if that works for you." Leo calls his brothers by so many nicknames that Huvrye had, at one point, sat him down and demanded full names, if only to have some idea who Leo was talking about at any given time. One per person is just easier for Huvrye to wrap his mind around.

Why is he getting a shove, what did he do? He is clearly a peach!

Also he didn’t even list all of the nicknames, so the etcetera was necessary! Though it would be weird if anyone other than their dad called them Blue and Purple, so those stay off the list of suggestions.

Anyway, other than acting appropriately affronted by the shoving, he’s just going to hang back for the moment. Is he nervous about what his brother and his roommate/effective guardian/surrogate-father-figure (shh on that last one) will think of each other? No, of course not!

(Okay maybe a little.)

You know what you did Leon McSplinterson. Breathing his air is a high offense.

Huvrye gets a nod, even as Donnie's eyes flick momentarily from him to the coffee in his hands. "Perfectly acceptable," he says, and it seems all too quick for the awkward silence to settle in.

He's...not sure what to do with this. It shouldn't be complicated, he should be grateful that this guy's been nice enough to look out for one of his idiot brothers who's apparently been stuck here otherwise alone for some several months- not complicated at all! ...that's still an awful lot of months.

Donnie fidgets a little before his eyes slide towards Leo. He feels like he's being put on the spot and with his normally chatty brother being so quiet it is not making it easier for him.

Nothing quite like feeling a conversation die. Leo's silence certainly isn't helping. He's the only one who knows them both - why is he being quiet? Huvrye's gaze flickers to him, then back to Donnie. Well, if Donnie's stuck and Leo isn't going to help, then Huvrye's going to do his best to salvage the situation. "Are either of you hungry? I'm pretty sure the breakfast pizza place is open."

Welp, that went exactly nowhere. Guess it's up to Leon, as usual.

Leo hops up, smiling like this conversation is not a trainwreck. "Oh, heck yeah! They make a real solid breakfast pizza, for Michigan. Oh, that reminds me." He knocks his knuckles into Donnie's shoulder. "You have to help me convince this guy later that New York pizza is the best pizza in every possible iteration of Earth. He's been real contrary with me about it for some reason."

He will start moving, backwards so he's looking at Donnie, trying to coax him off the couch and toward the kitchen. "And sorry, Dee, no flavorless juice, but we have coffee! We can go on a grocery store run later. And I can show you around... There's a pretty decent skatepark near here I like to go to, and I found a real hole in the wall comic shop a few blocks over. This world has totally different comics, and no Jupiter Jim! Can you believe it?"

He doesn't move far from the couch unless Donnie gets up to follow him. But if he does, then he'll lead him into the kitchen.

It is super weird feeling like you're the third wheel here. He's overthinking things again, he's sure.

Huvrye makes an attempt at least, and it's more than Donnie can offer. Leo tags himself back into things and yet even with the conversation trying to pick back up, Donnie still can't completely shake off the awkwardness. It might show on his face, an uncertainty that has no business being there, quickly crumpled up and shoved under a rug as he gives a snort, pulling on blessed neutrality.

"And you survived this long without? Well, I guess I cooooould share some of my vids from my phone."

Part of him wants to burrow under that blanket again, but he finally pulls himself to his feet, following Leo's lead.

Huvrye heads back into the kitchen as Leo heads his direction. The mention of coffee doesn't go unnoticed; he pulls another mug out of the cupboard (purple, as he's been informed that purple is Donnie's color) and fills it, setting it on the counter for Donnie when he makes it to the kitchen. "It's just pizza," he says easily. "There's not really a difference." He knows that's not true - there's a difference depending on what place makes it, and Huvrye definitely has his preferences - but Leo is so insistent on it that he's taken to occasionally riling him up over it, just to see what argument he'll make next.

And maybe if Donnie cares about it as much as Leo does, it'll get him involved in the conversation. He doesn't know how long Donnie has been here, but waking up in someone else's home and having to talk to them immediately afterwards can't be easy.

“Yes, please, oh brother who I love so much, share your Jupiter Jim stash.”

He did catch that look, even though Donnie hides it quickly. Hoo boy, this will be harder than he thought.

Of course he should have been expecting that. It’s just… weird to be this out of sync. They’ve rarely spent a few nights in separate places, let alone three months. Leo’s had to adapt and he’s had time to do it. Donnie just had his world flipped over.

He needs to slow this down. At least Huvrye is helping him by saying very objectionable things about pizza.

“Ugh, see, that’s what I’m talking about. He’s completely uncultured. It’s sad, really.”

He flops dramatically against the counter, going for one of his own blue mugs. He is going to need his caffeine reserves at full tank for this one.

“Pizza needs the right sauce, and the right ratio of cheese to sauce to crust. And the toppings matter, too! It’s science.”

That sure is one way to do it. It's like throwing down the gauntlet. It's an obvious distraction and Donnie knows it but dangit, he'll take the bait.

"Gasp. Just. Pizza, he says."

He picks up the mug, pausing just enough to appreciate that Huvrye's got his color coordination right before taking up a spot beside Leo, sipping his coffee in between nods at his brother's input.

"Ah, but we can't overlook the crust either, dear Leon. The preparation of the dough, a craft only few can master and form into the most perfect of circumferences with just the right thickness. The ingredients can only compliment such exquisite balances of texture and elasticity before being fused in holy matrimony by the heat of the oven."

Just because it's obvious doesn't mean it doesn't work.

Huvrye empties the coffee pot filling Leo's mug and immediately sets about brewing another pot. He gets the feeling they're all going to need it today.

He's heard Leo's arguments on the topic before (many, many times), but he can't help but raise an eyebrow once Donnie gets going. Leo had said his brother was smart; he'd neglected to mention the kid talks like a dictionary. Huh. He doesn't comment on it (for a number of reasons), opting instead to keep the conversation going in a way he knows will set at least Leo off. "Okay, but pizza places in Michigan can do that just as well as the ones in New York."

Leo gasps dramatically, grasping at his heart with his free hand and swooning against Donnie’s arm.

“Michigan can try, but they don’t have the right heart! The right soul! The right… jenny say quah!”

(Does he pronounce it wrong for effect or is he just an idiot? Jury’s out.)

“Italians brought pizza making to New York. It’s closest to the root.”

He can’t be unconvinced. But he’s also hamming it up for the sake of Donnie, hoping that pulling him into a full pizza offensive will help him loosen up a bit.

Donnie winces visibly at Leo's language skills, but at least this time he isn't immediately shoving his brother aside. He does shift his coffee mug to his other hand so it won't get jostled by the other turtle's theatrics.

"The locale is definitely part of it. When you've become a place renowned for a particular dish then you are not going to bring your second best. Also you don't hear people talk about Michigan pizza."

Of course he's never had any pizza outside of New York because they've never been anywhere outside of New York so yes, while he's quite aware that their viewpoint is extremely biased he feels that they are also completely valid because New York pizza is legendary don't diss New York pizza Huvrye, just don't.

"I've never heard anyone talking about New York pizza either, outside of you two." To be fair, he hasn't exactly gone seeking out pizza conversation (except for pizza Fridays, which involves actually going to New York for pizza, but that doesn't really count for the sake of this argument), but that's not going to stop him from making his point.

He finishes setting the pot to brew and looks back at Leo. "And you've never turned down Michigan pizza when I've brought it home."

Leo clicks his tongue. “Well I never said Michigan pizza is inedible, it’s just not as good.”

He’s a teenage boy, he’ll eat just about any garbage; his standards are higher than Raph’s but still pretty low. Not that Michigan pizza is garbage, but that’s beside the point.

“Speaking of, let’s place that order for the breakfast pizza. I’m starved.”

He is hungry, but he’s more concerned about Donnie, who passed out without eating his noodles the night before.

True, coffee is not a suitable sustenance in the long run and Donnie can only hope his growling stomach has not been so loud that it's noticeable. Inwardly he's glad that Leo's redirected things to the actual point of the conversation because he'd been willing to die on this pizza-less hill otherwise.

"I guess outside of less conventional means, a nearly nine-hundred mile trip just for proper pizza is out of the question," he sighs, dramatically, yes. Also he knows that less conventional means of transportation do exist so it isn't impossible. His calculations are fresh, his plan had been to eventually get to New York City after taking the shortcut to Central. He's since abandoned that plan now that he's found out Leo's not only here but conveniently living in this city. Which... he has yet to formulate a proper opinion on aside from the fact that it is not New York.

He gulps down the rest of his coffee. "But yes, breakfast sounds agreeable." Insert growl, and an accusatory look at his traitorous stomach. "...more than agreeable."

Leo brings the point back around: breakfast for the people who need to eat every day. Right. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, pulls up the delivery app, and hands it to Leo. "Same place as last time." He knows Leo knows how to find it from there.

He's about to bring up pizza Fridays - which is nothing but using less conventional means of transportation to get New York pizza - but Donnie's stomach interrupts, and Huvrye raises both eyebrows. "You should probably have something while we're waiting for it to get here."

Leo takes the phone and punches in the familiar order quick as he can. Finding Donnie a snack in the meantime is a good call.

He does take a moment to open Huvrye’s messages while he has the phone, just to go to their own thread, not to poke around. He pulls up the text box and types in:

take interest in his goggles or his wrist computer or anything like that 😉

Then passes it back to Huvrye and hopes he actually looks at the screen.

For now, snacks!

“Let’s see what we’ve got…” He starts opening cabinets and rummaging around. “Poptarts, snack cakes, granola bars…” He pulls a few options to the front but he’ll let Donnie grab whatever he wants.

No, Donnie's not arguing the suggestion to snack. He ducks his head slightly at Huvrye but offers a nod. Breakfast appetizer? Why not.

Hesitantly relinquishing his coffee mug now that it's empty, nothing to hide behind now, he slips back into the main room while Leo's working on ordering food. He comes back with his hoodie, tugging it over his head and bare shell, his battle armor's still on the floor by the couch where he'd left it.

The snack selections are pretty standard, and while Donnie's not feeling particularly picky he opts for a granola bar, tearing open the wrapper to start nibbling. Well maybe not nibbling, that thing doesn't last too long when he's not paying attention. His mind's clearly elsewhere.

"So...how'd you guys meet?"

Huvrye accepts his phone back, only to see his messages open - seriously, Leo? An act of trust and Leo goes snooping?

Except a second glance reveals it's a message for him - pointers on talking to Donnie. His gaze flickers to Leo, then back down at the phone, and he puts it away. Leo really needs this to work out, and Huvrye's going to do his best to make sure it does.

(And maybe think over that assumption he just made, and owe Leo an apology. Later.)

And that's when Donnie comes back in the kitchen, wearing a hoodie. Goggles covered. Wrist computer covered. Huvrye can't point them out now without it being weird. Great. Time to pocket that suggestion until it becomes feasible and move on.

The granola bar is gone pretty quickly, and Huvrye fishes another one out of the box and offers it to Donnie. "Pretty sure the first time we talked was an OurPowers post, right?"

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