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[Mmmm yes, okay. Buries face back in feathers and clothes. Hm. He can get accustomed to this, for sure.]

...welcome.

[Honestly, if Donnie wants to stay clung to them like a koala, Rue will happily go about their day with this giant turtle pressed into their feathers.]

While you are here, shall you like some of my bland, inoffensive cookies? Or anything else?

I would like some, yes. [Okay, not letting go, so enjoy that cling for a bit longer Rue]

[it is criminal that this beautiful image must remain between the two of them alone. this should be shared with the world!

But given their size difference, it's no trouble at all for Rue to move with him clinging like this, so to the kitchen they go!]

What about a juice? Are you thirsty after your trek over here?

[don't you dare tell another soul living or otherwise] Apple juice would be great. White grape juice is an acceptable alternative. [Wow!! He gets carried by Raph on the regular so this isn't anything new, but the feathers are new! And Raph might be the biggest brother (who is almost sometimes like a parent) but this is a new parent. How novel. It's like he's little again!]

White grape is a new one to me. I will have to keep some in the fridge for your future visits. But apple, apple I can do.

[Look, Rue is living like this, which is why they do not even hesitate to slip him his juice box while he clings, taking the plate of cookies along with them back to the living room to settle on the couch.]

You must tell me what you need made. I want my very first project on my new machine to be for you.

[Donnie does finally detach once they're seated, if only because he absolutely does not want to accidentally get a mouthful of feathers while he's snacking, but he's more than happy to talk about all his fashion desires with Rue. There are many. Some of very questionable taste.]

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