[Don arches an eyebrow at Leo being all showy as he jumps after him, but hey, he's a kid. Donatello opens his window and slips in like a whisper, and it's immediately clear that this is Donatello's space.
The window opens into the kitchen. There's a roughshod improvised security system that Donatello casually disables on his way in. The kitchen is minimalist and clean, and the living room has no furniture save for a futon and a desk that already has a few tools on it and some scrap metal.
The whole apartment smells of metal and incense. The room that probably was supposed to be a bedroom has a small desk and a pillow to kneel on, and the desk has skillfully hand-drawn pictures of faces framed and placed with a bottle of smoking incense beside them. It's a makeshift shrine; Donatello has never been particularly observant, especially compared to Splinter and Leo, but he realized quickly that it didn't feel like home if he couldn't smell incense from the family altar memorializing Master Yoshi. And if he was going to throw together his own altar to make it feel closer to home, he might as well memorialize other people he'd like to memorialize.
And he hadn't expected to have guests around to see it.]
You can take the futon for now. I'll get another one. There's not much, but plenty of room for training. Haven't gotten my hands on a bo or katana yet, though.
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The window opens into the kitchen. There's a roughshod improvised security system that Donatello casually disables on his way in. The kitchen is minimalist and clean, and the living room has no furniture save for a futon and a desk that already has a few tools on it and some scrap metal.
The whole apartment smells of metal and incense. The room that probably was supposed to be a bedroom has a small desk and a pillow to kneel on, and the desk has skillfully hand-drawn pictures of faces framed and placed with a bottle of smoking incense beside them. It's a makeshift shrine; Donatello has never been particularly observant, especially compared to Splinter and Leo, but he realized quickly that it didn't feel like home if he couldn't smell incense from the family altar memorializing Master Yoshi. And if he was going to throw together his own altar to make it feel closer to home, he might as well memorialize other people he'd like to memorialize.
And he hadn't expected to have guests around to see it.]
You can take the futon for now. I'll get another one. There's not much, but plenty of room for training. Haven't gotten my hands on a bo or katana yet, though.