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[The only true cure for sadness is time, which Casey has plenty of here within this world. Rue trusts that as long as he takes it at his own pace, he will be just fine.

Casey gives them permission to release him and Rue does right after that tender squeeze, but that only means their paws are free now to dance carefully over his face, gently brushing the hair from his eyes, tucking it behind his ears, just doting over him with feather-light touches.]

I would love to hear one. Please go on.

Edited 2023-09-21 06:24 (UTC)

[O-oh, the fussing… Casey endures it with a quiet, shy smile, instinctively tilting his head into the touch. It's been a long time since someone did that. Somewhat distracted, it takes him a moment to remember what he was about to say.]

About three years ago, Un- uh, Donnie was working on a special project that would make the Krang, and I quote, "tangle those tentacles". He was researching how to mess with their sensors, so we could get around safer without alerting their dog monsters. He ended up making this, uh, pheromone? It made the dogs think they'd found us, but instead of our base, it'd lead them to a trap, which went off right in their faces- and the whole pack would go running home crying. Donnie figured out they were allergic to some chemical we found underground.

[His hands go back to weaving his flower crown, trying to finish it. It's not looking half bad actually.]

The best part is, since the dogs were made of Krang, that meant it was the Krang that were allergic. The dogs would roll on the ground, all over the Technodrome, even on the Krang themselves. So the next time we fought them… [He grins, as if they'd played a tremendous prank rather than tried to hold off a world endind apocalypse.] They showed up covered in huge purple pimples all over their faces, and spitting mad.

[Which is of course very offensive to one (1) purple turtle who would trademark that shade if he could.]

[Rue does not necessarily laugh at the story, but their whole expression softens even more, affection curling at the edges of their heart-shaped face, total adoration reflected in their eyes. It does not matter what iteration of Donatello it is, Rue loves that turtle so very much.

As he speaks, while Casey's attention drifts back down to the delicate flowers in his hands, Rue lets one of their doting paws pull back while the other just rests there at his shoulder. They don't want to be too overbearing or get in the way of his work, but the need to protect and comfort Casey persists, so just a gentle paw, that's all.]

That is funny. [Even without laughter, there's no doubt a spark of humor glinting there in their expression.] And how very true to the Donatello that I know! He is too bright, I sometimes feel as if I can hardly keep up. But it's comforting, isn't it? That for all that does change, there will always be so much that never does.

[Like before, he doesn't pull away from the paw, but rather keeps leaning towards it, enjoying the continued contact as he works. One more blue and purple flower, and he's about to tie it off into a circlet at last.]

Out of everyone, he's... the most like himself. There's differences, of course, but I can look at him and see where the Donnie I know came from. I... [His brows furrow, trailing off into another moment of silence, then shakes it off.] It's hard to keep my distance, because of that. To start over at zero. I just wanna hug him so bad sometimes! But you know how he is.

[He's a little shy about saying it, but Rue's heard the truth now, and it's easier to admit it. And Donnie is different in that sense. Leo would probably let him hug, in a pinch. Mikey and Raph, almost certainly. Donatello... yeah, no.

Finally, he lifts his finished flower crown, holding it up towards Rue's head, though they're too tall to reach where he is.]

Edited (finally finally finally) 2023-09-25 05:36 (UTC)

[Rue can see it, how much easier the words flow from Casey every single time that they talk. It's nice to see the proof of the trust that's been building up between them, to see Casey feel less terrified of saying the wrong thing.]

I do indeed. It took some time for us to come to an arrangement regarding hugs, but I am quite pleased that he'll suffer through them at all simply for my sake. [and just a touch gentler] It means a great deal to me.

[But then Casey presents his crown and lifts it, so Rue dips their head down to meet him halfway.]

Oh Casey, look how lovely it looks. What do you think? Shall we make another pair so we have a few to give away on our walk? I should very much like to keep this one, if you'll allow me.

[Their words net them another shy smile from him; he's visibly pleased and a little flustered by the idea that they want to keep his mediocre little flower crown. He's quick to nod.]

Of course! It's yours now, you can do whatever you want with it. [Carefully he lifts a hand to the crown on his own head, adjusting its position. He'd wanted to keep the one they made for him, so it's fair to do the same. He likes the idea of making another and keeping these. There's no shortage of flowers, that's for sure.]

[Just the reaction they were hoping for. He should be pleased and proud, it's a gorgeous crown, with such pleasing colors and such a strong foundation. The little details will come in time, now that he has the basics, he can customize them however he likes.]

Perfect, I think this shall be an excellent start to our day.

[A little emotional breakdown, then some flower crown making, then getting to see the sights all around town together. Rue could not ask for a better day.]

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