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Characters: Donatello (

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Date: throughout the month of July
Location: mostly around the Metal and Water sectors
Situation: various
Warnings/Rating: none yet; subject to change

((The story so far: Donatello was having a reasonably nice life, then he was forced to move again and was given the "gift" of telepathy. For the past few weeks, he's been getting settled with these changes. Now things have quieted down to a new normal, so Don is out and about, taking care of lingering business and looking for new adventures, though preferably of the not-too-adventurous variety. PM me for plotting, or just tag in!))

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In between installing two security systems, investigating the lanterns, and holding his family's sanity together, Don found some time to build a set of the bo-gliders Korra had introduced him to: some for her, and some for himself. It seems to take a while to find a spare afternoon to go deliver them, but eventually an opening appears in his schedule, and he heads over to Jin-Hao to make good on their deal.

He knocks lightly on the door, and waits, the bundle of gliders under his arm.

And that knock happens just as Korra reaches to open the door. Not many of her friends use the door, so she pauses to look around for any of her suitemates. maybe they're expecting company?

But no, just her in the shared living area right now.

Living with others is now officially weird. She opens the door to see "Donatello? Why didn't you use the w--

you have no idea which window's mine." But she smiles anyway and opens the door to let him in. "Are all of those...?" Korra immediately offers to help carry some of that bundle.

The gliders aren't heavy, so Don lets Korra take as many as she wants. "Sorry it took so long. I can make more, if these aren't enough."

After they rearrange the bundles, he follows her inside. He hadn't been here yet, since Korra was happy to drop by his place to teach him about the gliders and check that her arrival no longer set off the alarms. This common area looks more or less like his own, complete with a row of hanging lanterns - three, he notes.

"Should I know which window is yours?" Do you invite EVERYONE to climb through your windows?

Korra can't help but chuckle at the apology. Timeframes and deadlines weren't a thing for her unless it was something serious.

Cradling her own portion of the bundle, Korra draws one out and twirls it in one hand to test the weight and center of gravity.

"Well, not everyone, just-" Did she see Don's mouth open on that last part, or are her eyes playing tricks on her? "...my friends." She gives him a very curious look before she, unsurely, adds "Top right window." It was through the turtles that she actually started using windows instead of doors.

"You okay?"

That answer is just off-kilter enough that Don can't tell whether he projected - he sure hopes not, because his thoughts are pretty embarrassing right now.

"Ah - yes. Fine." He gestures to the glider. "How is it?"

Had to be a trick of the eyes or something.

Korra twirled it in one hand, then reversed it and checked to see if the wings popped out the way hers had. Sure enough they flapped open and even closed in the same manner.

"These are perfect! I know an airbender who is going to love this." She gave it one last flourish, even bustling a bit of air, and tucked it with the rest. "And they'll make great training staffs for the dojo too. Good craftmanship, I didn't think I'd find someone else who could make another one. Just how many cups of coffee do I owe you anyway?"

Don isn't really used to Korra's bending yet, but it's kind of neat to see.

"No charge. For how much I'm going to enjoy using them, I should pay you."

"That would be the first time I’ve ever seen a turtle fly, so I might just have to catch that. Well, a mutant turtle anyway." Walking into the shared living area, Korra set the staffs leaning on the wall just next to the stairs. "I’ll take these to the dojo tomorrow and let the teachers know about it. But don’t think I won’t find something to give you in return."

She’d think of something, she usually did.

Good, an opportunity to prove that his first attempt at flying was not as bad as Raph made it out to be.

Don follows Korra into the other room. He doesn't say anything, but he thinks a little too hard.

I wonder what hidden talents she has? I don't really want to ask for anything... this is way too awkward already.

Korra paused in her gait and then turned at the waist to look at Don.

"What talents I have, or someone else?" She then looked to see if maybe Ava was in the living area too, but no. It was just them. Now she was feeling awkward, because that was definitely Donatello's voice she heard, but it didn't sound like he was speaking to her in particular...

Damn. He has got to get on top of this leaking.

"Korra, I..." He edges into a seat, trying to look non-threatening. "I had a strange dream and now I'm psychic. I can't control it very well yet. I'm very sorry for anything you might overhear; there's no excuse for me to be thinking those things at all."

Digesting what he just said wasn't unlike a car wreck happening in her head.

After Korra realized that she was staring at Donatello as though he had just proclaimed an engagement to Naga, she she hook her head to try and clear it. "Wait, so you're talking with your mind?" Then she paused and carefully asked "Does that mean you can overhear things from me?"

Strange dreams could have consequences, Korra remembered the ones that were strikingly real and doubted Don was making that part up.

"No," he says. "Only things you want me to hear." He scrubs a hand over his head. "I'm the only one who can't keep his thoughts to himself."

That was a relief, to some extent anyway. Korra tilted her head and looked at him quizzically. Wondering just how hard it would be, Korra focused on a thought she wanted to relay to Don, just to see if it really did work both ways.

Michelangelo is not a turtle spirit.

A momentary pause, then the response:

Just a spirited turtle.

Even though she's expecting it, Korra was still surprised when it happened and she managed to stifle most of the yelp in her throat at the answer to her unspoken question.

"Okay, that was weird. But...it worked." Whys she's even stunned is beyond her, Don told her as much; but he was the first psychic she'd met. Knowingly anwyay.

"You can't hurt anyone with it, can you?"

Don shifts uneasily, thinking back to what he had tried with Leo.

"I don't want to hurt anyone with it."

That answer definitely concerned her. Psychics on her world was always paired with bending, and it usually led to bad things.

"I don't want you to either. But you've been able to not do that so far, right?" She was already trying to think of someone who might know more about this kind of thing.

He looks at his feet.

"No."

The bad answers were getting worse.

"...who?"

And there's still more worse to get to.

Don bites his lip before answering. He wouldn't normally give away this kind of information, but Korra seems to know so much about his family already...

"Raph," he admits. "His mind is... There's something different about it. Psychic contact hurts him. I - hadn't known that." He looks up, worry in his eyes. "Please don't let him know I told you this."

Korra had hurt Raph before, sure, and she knows he can take it like a champ; but that's only on a physical level during their sparring matches. His request put her in a tough spot, Korra was pretty free flowing when it came to Raph since they had a lot in common.

"O-kay." She tried to not sound unsure, but it wasn't really in her. "What happens when you accidentally think around him, I mean, what's different?"

"He hates it," Don says bluntly. "He just... can't have anybody else in his head."

That's the best he can explain it. Raph either can't, or won't, tell him what it really feels like.

"Sounds like how Raph treats normal company." Sorry not sorry, Raph. "I don't know if it would help a lot or not, but meditation might make things easier for you." She shrugged, it wasn't exactly her place to give any advice on the subject by any means. "If you're able to anyway. I know some people aren't the greatest at it."

Like her.

Korra

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