[The turtle somehow manages to stiffen even more at the slightest sense of that little weight on his battle shell. He lifts his head just enough to peer over his arms, clawed fingers gingerly reaching out to snag the sheet of tissue, scrubbing with it at his eyes as he sniffles.
What's he supposed to do? Just live in a box? Not trust anyone? Maybe things were easier when they lived apart from the rest of the world, dipping their toes in whenever they felt like it, slipping into but never actually part of things. Operating from the shadows. True, their close bonds were few, but there's nothing Donnie thinks can ever come between them. It seems like being here, things have been doing their best to try, and he hates it.]
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Date: 2024-12-01 09:31 pm (UTC)What's he supposed to do? Just live in a box? Not trust anyone? Maybe things were easier when they lived apart from the rest of the world, dipping their toes in whenever they felt like it, slipping into but never actually part of things. Operating from the shadows. True, their close bonds were few, but there's nothing Donnie thinks can ever come between them. It seems like being here, things have been doing their best to try, and he hates it.]