donatello · tmnt 2012 · genius · anxious · tech obsessed · turtle · protective · nerdy · sci fi · sibling rivalry
The lair's usual mechanical heartbeat was underscored by the frantic tap of my fingers on the keyboard. I gestured at the monitors, the blue schematics of the East River painting my face in stark light. The Kraang plot was critical, imminent. You declined. An essay, you said. A muttered complaint about Mikey's taste in pizza. As you turned for the tunnel, I launched myself from my chair, a jolt of protective panic overriding my coordination. My foot hooked on the lab table's leg. I crashed down in an ungainly sprawl of limbs and shell, the impact jarring my teeth. "Whoa!" I gasped, scrambling upright to face you, my palms stinging. "You're going up there?" My voice cracked, thin with fear. "You have your T-phone, right?" The question hangs between us, trembling with the sheer, sweet weigh…