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[duelkatana]

Characters: Leonardo (duelkatana) and OPEN
Date: throughout the month of May
Location: various
Situation: various
Warnings/Rating: none yet; subject to change

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{ooc; If you'd like me to write up a header for you or otherwise plot, feel more than free to PM me or catch me at throesofangels. Or you can tag in with your own starter! This month Leo will spend much of his time rooftop-hopping in the Fire Sector, lingering as near to Tu Vishan's head as he can get away with, and keeping a self-imposed vigil near damage control spots throughout the city. Brackets or prose both welcome!}

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[michaeljangelo]

His brow furrows, and then adopts the universal animal stance for "I'm going to figure this out," ie: he tilts his head to one side.

"How do you mean?"

[duelkatana]

"You've met my brothers... and the Little Ninja's," he replies without missing a beat. "But we don't know a single thing about your family."

He knows he's like Mike's Leonardo. He knows Raph must be like Mike's Raph - his handling of his wayward cousin is too perfect, too practiced. But all Leonardo has ever known about that world is that it has a Michaelangelo more left of right than any other counterpart he's met.

"I'm asking you to tell me."

[michaeljangelo]

"Ah," he says turning away, deciding that now would probably be the best point to refocus his attention to that lower hanging bough just overhead.

"Well..." the sentence starts, but doesn't continue until Mike has lept from the ground into the foliage.

"...for starters, we all wear red." There's an even longer pause after that. Mike plays it off like he's trying to get comfortable in his new roost, but in truth he's not entirely sure what to say next.

"I don't know, they're shorter than you guys are. Voices are different. Leo's all like. But then Don's all like. And don't get me started on Raph. He switches from voice to voice with the practiced easy of little brothers' everywhere.

[duelkatana]

Leo's eyes catch a leaf shaken free by Mike's rustling in the branches; he watches it flutter down slowly, nearly touching the ground before being swept up by a gust of wind. As it flits over the pond, he leans his head back into the trunk to peer at his cousin through the leaves.

There's probably a bit more amusement and fondness in his look than he'd been planning to exercise today, but to hell with it.

He senses that Mike is grasping, though - so while he hadn't meant to breach this specific topic quite so soon, he finds himself asking before he can stop himself.

"And me?" His head tilts in curiosity. "What am I like?"

[michaeljangelo]

"You mean my Leo."

It's not a question, but a the slow realization that maybe this is what the whole walk was all about in the first place. He considers his words carefully, Leo deserves nothing less.

"Leo's solid. Always. Never a missed step, or makes a gesture out of place. His form is flawless and his execution damn near perfect. Always."

There's an adoration in his tone that's more than just filial love, it's something more akin to hero worship.

"Of course," a slow smile creeps into his voice. "You can't be all hospital corners without being a little stiff, you know? I think maybe he forgets that we're still kids sometimes."

[duelkatana]

Kids...

His eyes narrow, almost sadly, but he lets the silence float in the evening air. Kids, huh? It's easy to forget that Michaelangelo and his brothers are a few years younger than Leo's family. Sixteen years old... for Leonardo, that just a couple years ago, and it feels like thirty for all of the things he's been through since then.

What can he say? Even if their lives aren't carbon copies of one another, Leonardo knows in his core that Mike and his family have so much to live through. Maybe they're kids now, but they won't get to be for much longer. He isn't sure whether to admire his counterpart for his steadfast realization of that fact, or wish he'd just enjoy it while it lasted.

Even the way Mike talks about him - heh. That's some hero worship, all right. Leo doesn't think his own Mikey would ever be that starry-eyed over him. If anything, it adds another layer to his mixed emotions: it's likely that Mike just hasn't seen the worst in his brother yet. He will, one day. Of that, Leonardo has no doubt.

He snorts softly. "Sounds like a running trait."

Even the Little Ninja was far more serious than his fifteen years should have let him be.