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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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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."

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."

"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."

"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."

"I'm the second youngest," James confesses, rather ruefully, and then, hastily, "but not the youngest. That's Will. He comes here, sometimes, too. Then I have four older brothers and three sisters. Which is too many by far."

"...that's a lot of family. I can hardly keep track of my three. And it is more like two because I can always find Donnie near the newest electrical toy in the room. The other two...I fear quite. That means something has died, and I have to clean it up."

"Will's quiet," James says, darkly. "Too quiet. It sets me on edge sometimes.

And everyone else is always playing the flute or singing or shouting or more singing -"

James is certainly not the worst of the perpetrators with the singing. No sirree. Not our James!

"Mine are always taking things apart, blowing things up, beating each other up, tying each other to chairs and covering them with silly string, pretending to be shell skin rugs and saying 'Walk on me and seeeeeeeeee your futureeeeeeeeeeee'..."

He makes a face.

"...Mikey's special."

"Our sisters," James says glumly, "wouldn't let us do anything like that.

Even if we wanted to.

Which of course we don't. Um."

Leo knows next to nothing about girls because he knows April and Karai, and they don't count because they play with swords.

"You don't? I mean, I would."

"Well. Maybe we do," James confesses. Sneaky like fox." But Gwen and Barbara seem to think they're our mothers, and not our sisters, so it's hard to do anything.

"My brothers always think I'm Splinter--er, our father. Dad. Um, dad like person. My pillow has met it's death many times because of that."

He shakes his head. "Poor pillow."

James grins ruefully. "Weirdly enough, it's the youngest of us who acts the oldest.

I mean, Max has got married and all, but Will still acts older than him. It's odd."

Kiss by strange white girl. Keep this icon

in mind, kthx? Yes. Kiss. And its a....THREE!

She fades back into the crowds.

"Little brothers can be terrifying. I can always trust Mike to be inside a grocery bag the instant it comes in the lair. If not, he's trapped in a life or death situation and I'd best get on that."

"...damn little brothers."

James stares at the second Random Kisser of the night, and boggles for a moment, before turning his attention back to Leo, with an effort.

"Yeah - yeah, I'd agree on that one -"

...

"Get that often?"

He almost wishes random females would run up and kiss him. Just 'cause.

"Second time tonight," James says, still staring. "I don't know what it is today."

Think and occasionally Del will provide. In this case through her handmaiden the Honorable Lady Ako.

Looking, mind, like the first girl who kissed James.

She's hampered far less by the lack of lips than you might expect.

Leo gets a six.

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Leo just staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

"...but I'm a turtle..."

Turtle Porn is bad.

"But thank you?"

She just looks at him innocently, pats the top of his head, and fades back into the bar again.

James is simply sulking.

"He doesn't even have lips!" he complains.

"...this place is scary."

He glares into the shadows to see if they contain even more random kissing girls. If he thinks of them, will they come? Scary scary scary.

"You can say that again," James says glumly. "They're everywhere."

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