soft_shelled | Open RP/PSL/Overflow Post

[He sighs, and he'll hold the ice pack up to his face as she goes and does that.

Although when she gets closer to press the ice pack to his chest he can't help but start to blush a little at the closeness.]

At least nothing is broken!

[Because he felt like he needed to say something.]

Thank god! Because I suck at resetting bones.

[She says and then looks up at him, catching his blush which makes her blink and suddenly start blushing as well.]

Urm.

Yeah, I know how but uh...

[This is awkward, he's going to bring his free hand up to just... Take the ice pack she's holding to his chest so she doesn't have to do that anymore.]

You're uhm... Close.

Right. Sorry.

[She says and lets go, taking a step back and turning her red face away from his. She feels stupid and awkward all of a sudden.]

It's okay, you're only helping.

[He relaxes a little now, holding two ice packs one to his face and the other to his chest, so he probably looks ridiculous.]

[If he looks ridiculous then so does she, they're both sporting bruises and her eye is still mostly swollen shut.]

You wanna go sit on the couch or something while you ice yourself?

[She should really do something about her eye, too.]

... Sure, it's probably nicer than this.

[As he stands up, he's going to hold out one of the ice packs to her.]

You should really use one of these for yourself, by the way.

Yeah, you're right.

[She muses and then smiles, turning back to go into the freezer where she pulls out a container of ice cream. She gets two spoons and another cloth and motions for him to follow her.]

This way we can ice our bumps and eat a treat.

[He lets out a snort, and he will most assuredly follow her after she's got the ice cream and everything. As it's her apartment after all so she knows where things are.]

What a good plan.

[She leads him to the living room which has huge floor to ceiling windows that look out at the city, the couch is also large and made of black leather. Roxy flops down onto it with a sigh and presses the ice cream container to her eye for a moment.]

I'm always hungry after fights, aren't you?

[The view from the windows most certainly has his attention, sure he's seen some nice ones from rooftops but seeing it from inside the building is totally different. As he follows her to the couch and he'll take a seat, while giving her space too.]

Nope, usually too worked up from them... Or recovering from injuries to worry about food.

[She takes the ice cream off her face and then opens it, passing a spoon to Donnie.]

What do you usually do to calm down after then?

[He shall take the spoon, and looks thoughtful at her question.]

... Well for me, I usually just do something else? That's not fight-related. So I work on something or play a video game.

[Roxy digs into the ice cream.]

Mmmm! We have video games here if you wanna play some.

Nah, it's fine... I should really check my shell.

[Except that means taking it off, and he's kind of... Weird about who he lets himself be exposed around since it's usually only at the lair when he sleeps that he can be found without a battle shell on.

As he's considering that, he'll reach over with his own spoon to get some ice cream.]

Oh right yeah, sure. Did you need help?

[There's a small pause where she notices his expression and points down the hall.]

Or privacy? You can use my room. It's down there to the left, just look for the pink wall.

No, no, no. It's okay, I can fix it here.

[Like, if Roxy wanted to do anything she would have by now? So it's like, no big deal. But he is putting the spoon in his mouth as he gets up off the couch and proceeds to take off his hoodie, tossing it onto the couch, and yeah, it's pretty obvious looking at his battle shell that it's dented in a few spots. Those guys kicked pretty hard or maybe had steel-toed boots on, either way...

And with a hiss the shell is coming off, falling to the floor or it would but he's moving quickly turning around to grab it before it can just thunk onto the floor.]

... man, it's not as bad as it could be. [He says around the spoon, still in his mouth, as he looks over the shell.]

Okay. If you're sure.

[She says as he removes his hoodie and battle shell. She's never seen him without his battle shell and she can't help but look at his real one, the one underneath, with wide curious eyes.]

[If he notices her looking at his shell he doesn't say anything, it most certainly looks softer than a regular turtle shell. In fact, it looks more like it's leather than a shell.

And she won't get long to look at it as he's sitting back down on the couch so he can get a better look at the damage, as he takes the spoon out of his mouth and frowns.]

You said you might have tools around here, right? I think I'll just need a Phillips screwdriver and a hammer... Maybe.

[The screwdriver to pry up the dented parts and the hammer to knock the dents out.]

[It does look like leather and she wonders if it is soft to the touch like really nice leather is but then he's asking her for tools and she blinks.]

Oh uh yeah, sure. One second.

[She gets up off the couch and goes down the hall and into Mr. Lynch's office, grabbing a case she knows has a bunch of tools he uses for fixing his guns and tech. She comes back into the living room and puts it on the coffee table and then opens it for Donnie. Inside there is indeed a few screwdrivers and a hammer but there's also some fancier tools.]

[While she's getting that, he'll have put the spoon down on the coffee table as well so it's out of the way, and he'll double-check the battle shell just to make sure it's just dented.]

Thanks.

[He means it, as he leans over to look at the tools. Picking out what he needs first and getting to work on the shell now, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and getting really into it. Which involves popping up the back of it, showing off the jet-pack-ness of the panel that has come up.]

[She can't help but lean in closer when he pops open the back, showing off all the jet pack bits. She has no idea what any of it does but it's pretty neat looking.]

Oooooh. It's all so intricate.

It's got to be, it took me a long time to get everything down to this size.

[He looks up, and has a faraway look on his face.]

So many prototypes. And a lot of falling.

[It's hard for her to imagine just how many times he had to test his shell out in order to fly, she can just do it with her powers which are just second nature for her by now.]

Do you name each prototype?

Nope, and it's a good thing I didn't. I probably would have run out of names.

[Yes, he is basically admitting it was a lot of prototypes. As he's now focusing on the dents in the shell.]

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