Hey! Roxy Goth here. Thank you for all the reviews, favourites and follows to this story so far. I'm glad you're liking it.
So this is where the story sort of splits a little. You'll see what I mean.
I've also looked up TV Tropes for the characters to help me more.
The layout of the lair comes from my fic 'How they Met'
This is a short chapter because I revised my opinion upon looking at TV Tropes and decided that Splinter may be Innocently Insensitive when it comes to his sons occasionally. Especially in regards to Donnie for reasons that will be revealed in this fic.
Anyway, see chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.
The four of them stood in silence until from the end of the corridor a door slammed, causing them all to jump a little.
Leo was the first to recover. "I'm just going to…" He said, and sidled out the room without another word.
The remaining occupants heard a door opening again and Leon's voice. "Hey bro-" Before nothing.
A couple of seconds later, Splinter spoke. "What is it that I do not get?" He asked, sounding genuinely hurt and upset.
Raph rounded on him. "What is it!? It's the fact that he spent ages makin' that remote and you essentially threw it back in his face!"
"I-I did not mean to…it is just technology is not my strong suit-"
"Pops." Mikey gently interrupted, seeing Raph was about to blow a gasket. "Do you know anything about art? The actual making of it I mean?"
Their dad blinked at the sudden change of subject, but answered. "No-"
"-And did that stop you making a fuss of all my pictures when I was younger and putting them on the wall?"
"Well no-"
"So what's the difference when it comes to Donatello?"
"I-" Splinter started and then stopped. He thought it over, what was the difference? Michael would come to him with drawing and he would ooh and as over them [even if he didn't get entirely what they were supposed to be] and put them on the wall. [Or wherever there was a spare space] Oh wait… "…I am an idiot." He said, after a couple of seconds. "Donatello made that for me because he wanted my appreciation. And I did not give it to him."
Raph and Mikey both nodded, a little surprised that their pops had cottoned on so quickly.
There was another pause while Splinter looked at the floor in deep thought. Just at the point Raph and Mikey were thinking he'd gone to sleep, his head snapped up and he said. "Excuse me my sons. I must go and fix this." And walked out the room, hoping against hope it wasn't too late for him to do so.