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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ahh. Time for the day, Donnie guessed.
Waking up to the sound of the alarm clock, the softshell maneuvered his hands on the bedside table until he found it and hit it. Nearly breaking it in the process.
While yawning, he rubbed his eyes and shifted in his bed to look at a group picture of him, his boyfriend, and his family. It showed them exchanging gifts with little Santa Claus hats on their heads.
Donnie smiled at the memory. It was the first time that Donnie and Tim had spent Christmas together with the softshell’s family. Tim was so nervous about it that he almost threw up afterwards.
Giving particular attention to his boyfriend now. Wow he was handsome. His little dimples stood out when he smiled in the photo.
Shaking his head, the softshell continued to smile at the frame.
Today was going to be the best day of his life. Dancing with his favorite person. Who was not that good at dancing at first. Tim used to always trip over his own feet. Now he was almost as good as the softshell. Almost.
Laughing to himself slightly and rolling his eyes, the genius stretched his limbs through another yawn.
Time to start the day. For real this time.
Donnie groggily pushed himself off the bed, putting on his battleshell. Slowly, he started walking out of his train car and up the grey stairs, past the living room and into the kitchen.
When arriving at the kitchen, he could smell eggs and bread? Oooh. Yeah. French toast.
Hearing the sizzling from the pan, the softshell walked closer to Mikey, who seemed to be deep in thought.
The box turtle always took his food-making very seriously. Always perfecting his recipes for any meal.
Maybe some music will help lighten up the mood?
Going to the center of the colorful kitchen, the softshell started by clapping his hands together and announcing, “Hey my dear brother.” He cleared his voice. “Can I put on some Jammy Jams?”
The box turtle snapped his head towards his older brother and groaned. “You are not puttin... techno on at 7 in the morning.”
Oooh. Donnie already learned his lesson from the last time he did that. Mikey nearly bit the genius’s head off from just how loud it was.
Chuckling, the softshell continued and put a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. “No. No. I meant to put on an eighty’s jam.” For emphasis, the softshell did a little shimmy of his shoulders.
The box turtle smiled and rolled his eyes. “Sure.” Then he narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger toward the genius. “But you better be telling the truth.”
With an offended gasp, the softshell brought a hand to his chest. “Oooh. Sweet Angelo. I can confirm I am not lying.”
Before Mikey could retort, the softshell set down a speaker on a wooden chair and pressed the red play button. On came the sound of disco music that he often loved. He started to roll his shoulders a little bit.
Looking at the softshell, the box turtle shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, you can keep this on.”
“Thanks Angelo.”
Donnie strolled back into the giant living room to start his dancing sessions for himself. He had to be ready to dance tonight for long periods of time. They may have gotten more accustomed to going out to dance together, but it was always important to build up some kind of energy beforehand.
These dancing nights were always important. It was one of the few times his brothers had allowed Tim and the softshell to go out together alone.
Ooooh. How the dance room called to him. The lights on everyone, like a stage, ready for applause.
As he was about to start, he could hear a particular slider near him. “Mi hermano.” Leo walked towards the softshell. “You ready for your date tonight?”
His twin stuck out his tongue at him. Obviously, the genius was not going to stand for such nonsense.
A little defensively, Donnie crossed his arms. “Well for a matter a fact, I am.”
The slider laughed at that slightly. “Okay, okay.” Then he glared into the genius’s eyes. “But he better be treating you good.”
Donnie rolled his eyes before looking at his twin. “He is, don’t worry.” Then he tuned out the slider and started jamming. Hips going back and forth. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Step to elegant step.
He must not have been paying attention to who had entered the room. Or, more specifically, who arrived at the lair. Because the next thing he knew, a brown-haired teenager put a hand on his shoulder.
Donnie laughed nervously at the contact, “Hey Tim.”
“Hey Donnie.” The teenager said with a little chuckle. Then, with soft eyes, he continued. “So you dancing this early?”
The softshell looked away before going, “Yeah.”
“Well, then may I have this first dance?”
Suddenly, the slider butted in, “Why are you both so sappy?”
Looking towards Leo, the softshell growled, “Shut it, or I am getting rid of your Jupiter Jim movies from your laptop for a week.”
The slider looked between the two of them, before huffing out, “Huh. Fine.” Pointing a finger towards the brown-haired teen, Leo declared, “I have my eyes on you.” Then he slowly started to walk towards the couch near the TV.
The couple rolled their eyes at the slider’s antics. Then they went to the more spacious part of the living room, away from everyone. The softshell put his hands on Tim’s shoulder and entwined their fingers. Meanwhile, the brown-haired teen put one hand on the softshell’s hip.
Donnie thought he would like to lead in dances. They may not have gone to official dance classes together. But it felt natural for him to be led. Even if he would never admit it. Something about it just seemed right.
Adjusting his feet so the pair were close to each other, the softshell and the brown-haired teen were off. Doing twirls, going from side to side in their section of the lair. At some point, Donnie extended his leg in the air, like he was doing a split.
Suddenly, the softshell didn’t know how. But he was being dipped next to the speakers. Tim was supporting the softshell’s back. He could feel his face flush as he was slowly brought into a kiss. He slowly closed his eyes, staying like that for several seconds. This may not be their first time kissing, but he always still felt like there were butterflies in his stomach every time they did. Still keeping his eyes closed, Donnie held onto Tim’s neck.
Eventually reopening his eyes, the softshell looked up and gave a breathless, “Hey.”
Which Timothy just responded with a, “Hey.”
Suddenly a deep voice came from the genius’s side. “Hello.”
The couple turned their heads to a snapper looking between the two of them. “Hey Raph,” the softshell exclaimed chuckling. “When did you get down here?”
The snapper rolled his eyes and smiled. “Been down here for a while.” Looking away, he continued, “Mikey told me to get you for breakfast.”
Tim shot up and stabilized Donnie onto his feet. “Sure thing.” He took a hold of one of Donnie’s hands and sprinted with him towards the kitchen, where they sat down and ate breakfast.