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[ginsu_master]

Leo wanders into the bar yet again in search of his wayward brothers. He has pizza, presents, and candles.

He got distracted by his at home Make Your Own Yankee Candle! play set for a month. He's a turtle. What kind of attention span are you expecting?

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[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James has been coming to the bar for a while, now.

However, he has never yet seen an anthropomorphic turtle. So forgive him if he stares. Just a bit.

[ginsu_master]

Leo sees them all the time. Forgive him if he is a little confused. He looks over his shoulder. Door looks pretty normal to him. Kinda heavy oak, but nothing special.

Maybe there are tiny pink elephants he can't see? He squints at the entrance way.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James, puzzled, shifts his gaze to the entranceway, since there seems to be something interesting there.

Perhaps whatever is interesting is only interesting to giant turtles?

[ginsu_master]

He stage whispers to the guy that seems to have a thing for doors, "What are we looking at?"

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James blushes a brilliant red, because, at heart, he's a polite boy.

"Um. I thought I - saw a thing," he improvises, valiantly. "Um. But now it's gone. Oh well."

[ginsu_master]

"A thing? Was it a tiny elephant?"

He's been told there could be tiny elephants here. His inner five year old is very excited.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"Yes," James says, seizing on this gratefully. "It was a tiny elephant. Very tiny. And also very elephantlike."

[ginsu_master]

"Man, and I missed it."


He offers his hand. "I'm Leo."

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James shakes it firmly and tries not to mentally count fingers. "I'm James Stanton. Pleased to meet you. Um - I'm sorry for staring, you're just the first turtle I've met, you see."

[ginsu_master]

Leo grins.

"Nice to meet you, James. Perfectly all right. I just get a sense of humor about it sometimes. Been told this place is pretty odd. Kinda surprised I surprised you."

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"I haven't come in all that often," James explains. "Only whenever my barn door decides that it's time for me to waste my evening in a bar." He looks a trifle sulky. "My brothers can come whenever they like, which I don't think is quite fair."

[ginsu_master]

"Yeah, brothers do that, don't they? I've got three younger ones. Two live here. Well, they think they do. I let 'em keep on thinking it. Makes 'em happy."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the lake area and spots Leo.*

fuck!

*He then dives behind the bar.*

[ginsu_master]

Leo is a very patient turtle. He is humming as he makes his way over to the bar.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph follows Leo to the table. It's amazing how much better being over a foot taller than your oldest brother can make you feel. He's almost forgotten he's still got a slice of pizza on his head.*

Here for Mikey's birthday? You're kinda late. Or are you just splittin' the difference this year?

[ginsu_master]

"Tried to aim for his first one. We thought he would just wander home when he got hungry and wanted free toys."

He fiddles with the present, which is a fifty dollar gift certificate to Mike's favorite comic store cleverly disguised among an array of candles.

"...doing all right?"

Leo is also not staring at Raph's hand that has five fingers. Well, he is, but he's in denial about it.

[mnt_raph]

You mean he didn't? Huh...where the hell did he go then? He wasn't here for like four days after his ... birthday.

*That's when it hits him. Mike is human now too. Raph nervously scratches the itch at the back of his neck...no wait, that's cheese, or maybe a mushroom.*

'M same as always...

*Make small talk Raph. Steer Leo away from this. MAKE SMALL TALK*

....

*He removes the pizza from his head and whips it at Leo.
Smooth Raph.
Smooth.*

[ginsu_master]

Leo ducks in his shell. Because he is the turtle that is STILL A TURTLE.

He pops his head back out and glares. And steals back the pizza because he's mean.

"...what are you hiding? And should I get a beer before I know?"

[mnt_raph]

*He doesn't want to ask about home. He also doesn't want to talk about things going on at Milliways either. Fuck. He could hit Leo, that wouldn't really solve anything, but it would at least give him something to do with his hands.

Of course, when Leo asks him what was that for? Raph'll just end up hitting him again because he'll have come full circle.*

What kind of beer you want?

[ginsu_master]

Leo shrugs and is starting to give up on the idea of ever trying to talk to Raph about anything.*

Whatever, Raph. Like I know.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph stands, red sauce dripping off his shoulders as he does so. Without so much as a word he heads towards the bar and returns with two beers, Sam Adams, and a bottle of Jack.

He plops down again.*

Pick one.

[ginsu_master]

"Er. That one?"

He points at the Jack because it seems more alcoholic.

"That a good pick?"

[mnt_raph]

'S my drink of choice. Take that as you will.

*Raph pours Leo a shot and slides it over to him, before drinking straight from the bottle.*

[ginsu_master]

Leo takes a drink and coughs. Because he's Leo.

"...I can tell."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph smiles.*

Me an' Jack are buds. Coulda gotten you Saki, you know.

*Raph looks at Leo, and sees Splinter. He sighs, and takes another drink.*