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Mal is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a latte mug's worth of overly-sugared coffee. The caffeine hits him very little anymore, but the sugar may be lending itself to an amount of restless energy Mal isn't aware he's experiencing.

All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.

Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.

[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]

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"Know the feeling."

He pauses, considers taking another drink.

"You weirded out by all this?"

"Incredibly. You?"

"Yup. It ain't that I don't think the world o' your Mom," he adds quickly.

"And 's not like I got anything against your ba either you know, it's just -- "

Ugh.

Parents.

"Fucked up?" he offers?

"Well, for one -- your dad used to be a rodent."

"And I used to be a turtle."
Your point, Mal?

"And if I'd known you as a turtle, I'd probably have found the shift somethin' to get used to?"

Raph's brow furrows as he takes this in.

"That's fair. Gotta admit, seein' Master without a tail is kind of...off puttin'."

"Why do you think it's 'fucked up', if not the shift?"

"For me it ain't the shift, but what I know comes after that shift."

If you catch his meaning.

Mal doesn't.

You're really going to make him explain this, aren't you Mal.

Yup.

"...What?"

"...oh you've got to be kiddin' me," he grumbles. He then puts down his drink, so as to fee up his hands for gesture. Raph, being the most New York of his brothers, talks with his hands.

"Rats an' turtles ain't human. We don't got the same emotional range people do. So...there's a period of adjustment that's gotta happen. Some stuff gets turned way up, other stuff way down. Got me so far?"

"So he'll be even more zen than he was before. Big rutting deal."

"Maybe, but not until after he goes through adolescence first."

See now, Mal's adolescence revolved around three things.

War, troublemaking, and girls.

"...That doesn't sound good."

Oh good. You've arrived at the proper conclusion, Mal. Congratulations.

"You think?"

"Is this the point where I have to warn Ma of somethin'?"

"What? NO! I ain't sayin' he's dangerous."

Well, no more so than usual.

"What I am sayin' is that I'll be thinkin' twice before I go an' crash on my brother's couch unannounced."

"Oh that's an image I never needed."

"Welcome to my world."

"I don't know if it helps or anythin'? But the likelihood of Ma just...jumpin' on him is not all that high. If I had to guess."

"Do I want to know why you think this?"