[LN] Beat of His Own Drums [Open]

[othersdestructive]

As soon as the yeti finished that beautiful, beautiful brand spankin' new not liberated from the trash drum kit, Raph had swooped in and commandeered it, dragging it off piece by piece to the room he'd also commandeered as his own when he'd first arrived.

"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.

It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.

New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.

All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.

That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.

He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.

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[staff_and_wielder]

It took Nico a bit to center herself again, make sure all traces of any blush whatsoever had faded. She extended one leg and prodded his nearer shin.

"Didn't you just finish that?" she said, smiling to take any sting out of her teasing. "I'm pretty sure that you just showed me how that one ends."

[othersdestructive]

He grinned back.

"You are allowed to reread comics you know. Look at all the pretty pictures."

[staff_and_wielder]

"You just read it," Nico said, still smiling. "Were you so absorbed in the plot that you forgot to look at the pretty pictures just now?"

[othersdestructive]

No, he'd been distracted by the conversation and wanting her to realize she was pretty awesome and the fact he'd made her blush and the fact he'd blushed because he'd made her blush.

"I would've been distracted by the plot if it had one."

Confirming that maybe something else had distracted him.

[staff_and_wielder]

"Then I hope the pictures are really pretty," Nico teased, "to be worth a second look."

She readjusted her grip on her sewing. "Sounds like it's not worth me asking to borrow it."

[othersdestructive]

"They are." Done. "And now I've seen 'em all."

He put it down and picked up another, what looked like a reprint of a very old comic. Weird Fantasy #18.

"This one looks like it has good plots."

He'd skimmed it earlier.

[staff_and_wielder]

"Yeah?" Nico smiled. "You wanna read it aloud while I sew, or do you want me to get out and leave you in peace?"

Technically, read silently while I sew silently was also an option, but that one seemed like it might get awkward. At the very least, they might start accidentally kicking each other.

[othersdestructive]

No, he didn't want her to leave.

"You can stay. Although reading it out loud isn't gonna do much good when you can't see the pictures."

She could move a little closer maybe.

[staff_and_wielder]

"Point." Nico eyed the head of the bed where he sat. She could probably fit up there. "The light's probably better where you're sitting anyway."

She jabbed the needle through her sewing and rose up on her knees. "Scootch."

[othersdestructive]

What was happening? What was she - oh she wanted to sit next to him. Oh.

Oh.

He scootched.

"You, uh, you might wanna - here." He put a thin pillow between them to help cushion against his shell. You know. In case she needed to lean in close. That way her side would be cushioned and she could always lean her head against his shoulder.

Or something.

There were also plenty of pillows for her to prop herself up with. He had a ton of 'em.

[staff_and_wielder]

"Thanks."

Nico settled in at the head of the bed, adjusting the pillow and her position until she was comfortable and would be able to see the comic and wasn't pinning his arm between her shoulder and his shell.

Huh, he really did run warm.

"All right," she said, once she was satisfied with her position. "Let's see this comic with a good story."

[othersdestructive]

"It's got a couple stories, but this one looks pretty good. I'll read out loud so you don't have to look the whole time."

That way she could focus on the sewing and just occasionally glance at the art.

"'The man roared down from the night sky. He'd come from the infinite void of space, across the endless cosmic vacuum. He'd come from the planet Earth. He'd come in a ship of gleaming alloys, belching blue flames and yellow clouds of atomic dust. And he'd come alone...'"

Like the man in the story, crossing the endless vacuum to places unknown, he was treading into the unknown right now, into a strange place where he felt the warmth of someone against his arm, and a strange, curling, tingling sensation in his gut.

But what could you do with something like this? He didn't want to escape it, shove it away. All he could do was keep moving forward, farther into the unknown, hoping it led to something bright and new instead of something dark and cold.

[staff_and_wielder]

Nico started on her sewing again, glancing up at the pictures every time he turned the pages. Once she was sure that Raph was focused enough on the story that he wasn't going to look up, she even slid a glance his way.

This was nice. Raph seemed nice. They could...they could just be nice and enjoy this. It was a big bad multiverse out there, they could have this.

Right?