TMNT is not mine.
For Dee. Inspired by the TMNT FF frontpage which is rather uninspiring and unoriginal to me atm. Therefore crack abounds instead.
"PREGNANT?"
Raphael levelled a disbelieving stare at Donatello. "That's impossible," he insisted uneasily.
Donatello shrugged uncomfortably. "He's a dinosaur from outer space," he reminded his brother. "We don't know anything about how they reproduce."
"Yeah but-" Raphael made a vague, frustrated gesture in the air, unable to convey the level of sheer WTFery Don's message had caused. "Even I know that's not how it works."
"That doesn't matter," Don replied tersely. "He's invited you to the -uh baby shower. Egg shower. The great hatching. The awakening. Onlining. The thing. The thing that he wants you to attend where he celebrates that he got knocked up."
"Really." Raphael did not sound touched by this gesture.
"Yep," Donatello didn't look nervous. At all. No. Really.
Raphael narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his brother. "Just me?"
"Just you," Don confirmed quickly. "I guess he really appreciates your friendship and wants to share this important part of his life with you. It would rude not to go. By yourself."
"Even though the other two parents are your close friends."
Donatello whimpered. "I'm trying to repress that knowledge. And their friendship."
"And their invitation too, huh. You are coming with me," Raphael decided, dragging his brother to the transmat platform.
"Nooooo!" Don howled in terror, fighting to escape his brother's grasp. "You can't make me! What if it's catching?"
"Pregnancy?" Raphael wondered with a frown. It seemed extremely unlikely.
"How else would you explain Leatherhead and Honeycutt knocking up Traximus?" his brother demanded. "He's laying little Triceraton-robot-mutant alligator hybrids eggs!"
Raphael considered this explanation a few moments. Then he let go of his brother's arm. "You know what, let's just pretend you never got that message."
