A/n: Inspired by multiple real life events. Turtles are fourteen.
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Urgent
"Donnieeeee!"
The purple-clad turtle startled at the sudden call, barely stopping himself from accidentally spilling the entire solution, muttering an incoherent curse under his breath.
"What?! I'm busy!"
"Come here!"
It was Mikey, calling from the far corner of the lair from the sounds of it. Whatever it was, Donatello decided to ignore him. He had work to do. He turned his attention back to his experiment, double checking the table to make sure it was free of any stray droplets of diluted hydrogen peroxide. Noting the clear table, Donatello once again focused on pouring the chemical into the other test tube, his tongue slightly poking out as he carefully tipped the thin cylinder.
"DONNIE! HELP!"
Said turtle yelped, a tiny test tube flying out of his hand to shatter on the counter, spilling bleach and shards all over the work space. He stared despondently at the mess and waste of a perfectly good batch, moaning in dismay as his shoulders slumped before another urgent call of his name sounded, causing the turtle to wince at the loud noise. Honestly, those elder two sometimes chose the wrongest of times to go scavenging for supplies.
"Donnie, please! It's an emergency! HELP!"
Sighing in resignation, Donatello took one last look at the remnants of his failed experiment before rushing off to where Mikey's cries were coming from, the sounds leading him to the youngest turtle's bedroom, facing a closed door.
"DONN-"
He opened the door, cutting him off.
"What, Mikey?"
As he looked inside, there didn't seem to be an emergency. In fact, the orange-masked turtle was lying on his bed, reading one of his comic books.
When he heard his immediately elder brother, Mikey gestured one hand towards the tower of comic books without looking up from the colourful pages he was reading.
"Can you hand me issue #49 from the top?"
Donatello's eye twitched, hands itching to throttle the other.
"This, was your emergency?"