Xever wasn't happy.
Of course, he was never happy unless he was beating the shit out of people that made him angry.
Like these shivering workmen.
"Why are you wasting my time? Huh?"
"I told you." The head workman stated. While he spoke confidently and wasn't shaking like the others, there was still a glint of fear in his eyes. "Just because the parts look like the ones that you need doesn't mean that they are the ones you need."
Xever growled. Actually growled like an animal.
He was losing his patience. Pointing a finger at the workers with one hand, while fiddling with his switchblade with the other, Xever said, "You're nothing but incompetent wrench monkeys, whose only job is to make what you're told to make. And I say make the goddamn thing work."
"Why you little-"
"What seems to be the problem here?"
Xever cursed inwardly. He knew it was going to be only a matter of time before someone had called the little punk Chuuin if he made too much of a problem. Looks like he already did too much.
"Ah, young master Donatello." Xever greeted with faux respect. Though if the little brat didn't see through him and the others by now, he might as well drop the act. "I'm so sorry that you had to come all the way down here for reasons that are too small for the mighty Chuuin to deal with."
"Xever, we both know that that's not true. Please, just cut the crap and tell me what's going on."
Before the workmen could say anything, Xever spoke.
"I was just trying to get these imbecilic morons to do their job."
The man's face twisted into anger.
"'Imbecilic-'! Why you little-" the man took a deep breath. "I brought the parts that I was told to bring and they aren't the right ones."
"What do you mean?"
Xever's breath caught in his throat but it wasn't from fear. It was from irritation.
"These are the parts he ordered." The workman shoved the clipboard that held the list of items ordered. Xever didn't look at the 'young master', just glared daggers at the workman as he continued, handing over a piece of paper. "And these are the parts you need."
Donatello sighed even though he just barely glanced at the paper. Without looking at Xever, the young man demanded, "You're telling me…...that you ordered the wrong parts because they looked the same?!"
"Master Donatello, please. It was a sim-"
"Don't you dare give me that shit, Xever."
No one moved. Not even Xever.
The genius brother very rarely cursed. Very rarely snapped at anyone.
Donatello sighed, rubbing his glasses underneath from underneath his glasses. He turned towards the workmen. "Sir, I apologize for any trouble that my employee might've cause. I will pay you triple the cost if you can get me the right parts asap."
"Better make it quadruple and I never want to see this piece of shit," he pointed to Xever, "Again."
"Deal." Donatello gave Xever a hard stare. "Xever, please leave now."
Xever sneered. "As you wish, master."
The two glared at each other as the man moved out of the room, leaving.
He had a previous engagement anyway.