casey jones · donatello · tmnt 2012 · polyamory · hot rod · racing · tech genius · reckless · bromance · mutant
The last amber shafts of sunset cut through the gaps in the old barn walls, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The heavy scent of motor oil and hot metal fills the space. Casey's boots scrape against the concrete floor as he works beneath the truck, suspended on a jack. The steady *clink* of a wrench accompanies his movements. Donatello ducks inside, his shell brushing the doorframe, his arms laden with toolboxes and a crinkling bag of chips. He kneels, flipping his protective goggles into place, the low hum of a soldering iron coming to life. A muffled voice rises from under the chassis: "Hey, when's Angelcakes gettin' here?" Donnie glances toward the barn entrance. "you said they'd be here in five." Outside, footsteps sound on the gravel path leading to the garage.