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[mnr_splinter]

[OOM: In which nothing what-so-ever important happens in this thread....in New York.]

And what doesn't happen there, certainly has no effect on the fact that a small blue pinprick of light appears behind Bar. It certainly doesn't expand from a point to a line to a rectangle. And there's no way possible that this section of wall swings outward like a door.

It would stretch credulity far too thin to say that from this door steps Sallie Reynolds and Hamato Splinter, so we won't mention it.

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[realmrsreynolds]

"We're back." Says Sallie, queen of obviousness.

But they're behind the physical bar. That part is different.

In one hand is Sallie's mildly-abused lilac stem, and the back of the other brushes against the knuckles of Splinter's hand.

[mnr_splinter]

Yes well, they're there because Splinter meant for them to arrive there.

Totally intentional.

And the look of confusion he's giving the chalk in his hand? Nothing to worry about. Especially since it disappears the instant her hand briefly touches his.

"Yes," he confirms. "And exactly where I had planned us to arrive."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Liar."

[mnr_splinter]

"I do not know what you are talking about," he says as he primly stashes the chalk back up his sleeve.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Sure you don't. Now where did I -- "

Sallie starts patting down the pockets of her skirts, retrieving the camera from earlier. "Ah ha! Bar, can you develop these for me?"

The camera gets placed on the bartop and disappears.

[mnr_splinter]

He mutters something about how the mystical arts are not an exact science.

"Dare I ask what will be done with these photographs when they have been processed?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"What do you want me to do with 'em?"

[mnr_splinter]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Is this a trick question?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Probably. Honestly, I was just going to give you a copy and then keep a copy. But now I'm wondering if I'm not being inventive enough."

It's taking longer than it really should to get the pictures back though.

"Bar? Everythin' okay?"

A cocktail napkin with a smiley-face in orange crayon appears.

"Uh oh."

[mnr_splinter]

"It would appear that someone has beaten you to the punch."

Oh how the sight of that color in the reference of pranks makes his blood run cold.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. And you -- " Pointing at the Bar, "I thought we were friends!"

Bar, perhaps wisely, does not attempt to defend herself.

[mnr_splinter]

"After all this time you believed that your relationship with Bar was one of mere friendship?"

Come now, Mrs. Reynolds.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Come again?"

She was in the middle of disapprovingness at an inanimate piece of furniture, Splinter. Don't be distracting.

[ginsu_master]

Leo comes out of the staff hallway and smiles when he sees at least one person he's been looking for!

"Sallie! Have you seen my--"

He squints at the man standing next to Sallie.

"--Father?"

[realmrsreynolds]

Uh.

Sallie just stands there.

With maybe an index finger pointing at the guy next to her.

"Yup."

[mnr_splinter]

This is not how he wanted this situation to present itself.
It is not how he wanted this conversation to start.

For a brief moment he considers reaching into his sleeve for a smokebomb.

[ginsu_master]

That's his dad.

Leo looks the New Splinter up and down, taking in his kimono and more traditional footwear (on top of the human face, very important, that). His eye flick to Sallie then back to Splinter.

"Five fingers are hard to get used to," he offers with a lopsided, shy but pleased grin.

[mnr_splinter]

He does his best not to squirm under the scrutiny.
And why should he? He is the Master here, and Leonardo the student.
Splinter has nothing to feel ashamed of....except that he does.

"There were...difficulties at first."

The desire to smokebomb has not deminished.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Which were easily dispatched," Sallie interjects. Probably too sternly, but whatever - she's been a human the longest out of all of them.

"Your ba took me sight-seeing."

[ginsu_master]

Leo grins even more. "You went around New York?" He leaves off the teasing that Splinter just took Sallie, specifically, sight seeing around New York. Without letting him know he was even human. "Did you both enjoy it?"

That can be saved for another time.

Instead, he steps closer, giving Splinter's human face a long look.

"We look alike."

And tries not to feel awkward that he said that outloud, all pleased and happy. He doesn't want to leave out his brothers, because for all that none of them are blood related, per say (mutagen kind of counts?), they are his family.

Still, the idea that, in another world, he and Splinter would look like they could be related is... well.

[mnr_splinter]

"I have always wished to see Central Park during the daylight hours, and Sallie was kind enough to indulge me.

The weather was lovely, and there are....pictures."
His words become more uncertain as Leo approaches, and his train of thought derails at his son's comparison.

"do you really believe so?"

[ginsu_master]

"I do, Father." Leo replies back in Japanese.




"Though, I think I got the better deal on hair."

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter huffs, though it has far less affect now than it did when he was in possession of a snout.

"You are young, and the novelty of having hair has not yet run out."

[ginsu_master]

"Yes, Father," he agrees amiably.

And he slings an arm around Splinter's shoulders and gives him a manly, one armed hug.

Not that there have been any feelings shared whatsoever.

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter dislikes that the hug takes him by surprise, but it does. One of his initial thoughts when he first gazed upon his new face in the mirror was of how he was letting Leonardo and Donatello down in some way. It takes a moment, but he does sink into the embrace and allow himself to relax a bit.

"How does the day find you, my son?"