INBOX // ROUTE 666

[purplexing]

You're conversing with Donatello-

Juuuust not this exact second. Please rank your call by number of priority and I'll get back to you accordingly.

1 - A technical emergency

2 - General inquiry

3 - Miscellaneous

Comments

[propatriamori]

Thank you, I didn't think it was too far off either.

[purplexing]

It's essentially the same thing. I'm sure that the modern internet expanded from ideas born from the telegraph used in an- er, back then.

[propatriamori]

An? An?

[The gentlest and most affectionate of elbows to your ribs, good sir!]

Were you about to say ancient times?

[purplexing]

[Donnie coughs out a laugh, angling away from Edward with a weak bat of a hand.]

Well it is! It's older than dad!

[propatriamori]

First your brother and now you. My life has become getting backtalk from turtles.

[Wouldn't have it any other way, to be honest.]

You rapscallion.

[purplexing]

[He cackles, having never before been called a rapscallion but he is absolutely tickled.]

[propatriamori]

[Ah, that's much better. That is exactly what Edward wants to hear, and a big grin spreads across his face.]

[purplexing]

[Oh, it feels good to laugh again. Donnie only realizes what Edward's intent is when he sees that smile. He smiles back even if the man can't see, sighing as he relaxes a little against him again. ]

...thanks, Ed.

[propatriamori]

[One-armed hug time? One-armed hug time!]

Anytime, Donnie.