The lair at night was extremely quiet with just one family member in it. Minding home was less a legitimate task than some form of punishment, Leo felt. He had already messed around with his comics, tended to his plants, played a bit of basketball... but he was like a needy puppy when it came to having his brothers around. Everything considered, he had incredible self-restraint not hassling them until now. As soon as the tone went through, Leo's voice went full aggression.
"Come on, it's been ages, where are you guys?!" A grimace crept onto his face, "What do you mean days."
Listening to more babbling on the other side of the line, Leo squat to his knees with a resigned grumble.
"Yeah, yeah... love you too."
He hung up with a sigh. He truly, could not believe this. If he had to mope around being alone for more than 24 hours, he might as well order a pizza, he figured. Pocketing his phone, Leo went up to his odachi on the wall, thinking up what he'd get. Maybe he should spoil himself just to burn his brothers for leaving him alone. He wasn't supposed to leave the lair alone but... in any case, if there was any portal point he's more or less had down pat, it would be the mutant pizza joint. He'd be in and out in a second.
Or, so he thought. From the sword tip's circle, before Leo could even take a step forward, a blurry figure gets launched out into the water behind him. This night just kept getting better.
"--Oh my god." The portal blipped out, just as quickly as he had made it. Leo rushes over to the edge in a panic. Can they even swim? Does he need to dive after them? "I, uh, are you okay?!"
Usagi was minding his own business. Mostly. His training was still on-going and as eager as he is to prove himself and become something more, his master continued to impart lessons to him - lessons that Usagi did his best to learn, despite his own impatience. He was taking some time in the woods to practice and to focus his mind, going through the motions in smooth, practiced strokes. He'd come a long, long way since he was a boy, but he had further yet to go.
That was his thought anyway, before a hole seemed to open in the air in front of him. Usagi's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could do much more than yell in surprise, he felt a tug and the world seemed to shimmer and change around him. A few moments later, he went head over heels into some body of water. There was a long moment where he didn't know which way was up and which way was down, but after a disorienting few seconds, he came up to the surface with a gasp, still clinging tightly to his sword with one hand.
"What is going on-?" He managed, still trying to get water out of his eyes.
Oh, it was another mutant! Or a youkai? And through the splutters that sounded Japanese. Splinter never really got to teach them that thoroughly, so the words to tell the stranger to wait up were lost to him and he fell back to his usual English.
"Just give me a second! I'll help you!"
Leo let go of his own sword and splashed in after him--which, given the relative distance might have gotten even more water on the guy, whoops. Risking drowning a man was not ideal left-alone-at-home behavior. Past the urgency in his grabs he tried to be gentle about it. Guiding him to the floor of the lair, Leo lifted the rabbit up slightly from the water then climbed up after him in less of a hurry.
His voice while rubbing the back of his head was sheepish,
"Phew... Um. Sorry about that."
... Only remembering afterward that there was a pesky language barrier to deal with. And there were some other things to worry about! He'd just stranded someone! They were here at home! Very unfortunately drenched head to toe. "Uh, wait here."
The combination of Leo's own clumsiness on his feet and wetness meant that out of view, he promptly collided into some objects with the echoes of clattered furniture. After some awkward silence, the lights turn on. Given some more steps around the place, Leo then returned with an armful of towels, and a hair-dryer. He didn't know what having fur was like, but he kind of figured it would be a pain to dry. He offered a towel with an awkward smile.
None of this makes any sense to Usagi. He's soaking wet, confused, and has no idea where he is. He manages to suck in a breath before the strange turtle (yokai? he's not sure) comes splashing in after him and helps haul him. He's spluttering, sword still in hand, trying to decide whether he ought to start fighting or not. The turtle doesn't seem hostile (althoug he is wearing a mask), so Usagi opts not to simply stab him.
That would probably be bad.
The turtle says something and Usagi frowns. It's a language he's never heard and he doesn't understand a single word of it.
"Who are you? What is this place? How did you bring me here-?"
He starts spouting questions, brow furrowed, voice harsh and angry. He is not a happy rabbit and when Leo ducks out of sight he starts to get up to follow. He only paues when the sound of crashing and banging meets his ears and he just stares after him until he returns. Usagi's grip on his sword tightens. What is this-?
Oh, it's a towel. Usagi feels a bit sheepish. He very cautiously wipes his word dry and then sheathes it first before he starts trying to rub himself off with a muttered "thank you".
There's probably an alternate universe where the story line did veer off from combat, because that's how most incarnations of themselves meet. It's a wild thing not for these versions to know, but still something to at least attempt to avoid.
For now, they're stuck with the tension of a misunderstanding and the continued misunderstandings from a language barrier. Leo can't help but stare. He thinks he'd remember meeting a reasonably attractive rabbit man from around New York, so it stands to reason he's from further away.
Okay, the damp stranger looks slightly less mad after being handed a way to dry off. That's good! He cleans the sword before himself too, that's hardcore. It actually looked a little disciplined too? What with the costume, it's not somebody who's picked it up as a casual hobby.
"Um... You're welcome!" Right, he still won't get that. Being a swordsman of less caliber himself, is there any way to communicate that without looking vaguely threatening? Charades? Leo tentatively puts his hands together in a swinging motion, then points to himself.
That probably looked somewhat stupid, Leo chastises himself with a wry smile. Well, there was no harm in trying. He crouches down to plug in the hairdryer, and flipping the switch it turns on in its usual aggressive FWOOSH manner.
The turtle says something he doesn't really understand. The language is still completely incomprehensible to him, but the tone and general body language make him think that it's... something polite? It's hard to tell. The little swinging mime makes him frown and raise an eyebrow curiously. What does that mean? Sword? Violence? Something else? Is he asking about his blade?
Usagi is still toweling his head dry when the strange device the turtle is holding starts to make a hideous roaring noise and Usagi jumps about five feet in the air backwards, hands raised defensively.
Oh my god he's jumpy like normal bunnies. Cute. He really shouldn't be distracted by that, his mind chastises him simultaneously.
"Whoops, don't have hairdryers where you're from?"
Let him just switch that off for now, then. It's probably scary not knowing its function. He waits a little bit for the moment to settle, then turns it on some distance against his own head, bandana tails fluttering against the warm wind as a demonstration. Again, without fur (and being aquatic already), he doesn't really need it as much. Warmth feels great though.
"Give it here."
Leo's uh, got his palm out for his hand now apparently. He's not going to force the poor guy to comply with it if he doesn't want to, but starting somewhere easy to retract it is a good place as any.
Usagi would bristle at being described as jumpy, so it's a good thing he can't understand Leo or read his mind. Instead, he just watches suspiciously as the turtle tries to reassure him. Or at least that's how he reads the body language. His eyes narrow at the sudden sound and the warm breeze that apparently comes out of the strange thing, but it's not harming the turtle at all. What is that?
Usagi's eyes dart to the hand, then back to his face, then back again, and he slowly, slowly reaches out and accepts it, fingers wrapping around Leo's. His hands are calloused - this is someone who trains with the blade regularly. After a moment of that, he leans in slightly, waiting expectantly, bracing himself.
Where he expected a simple hovering over his own hand, Leo got more than he bargained for. Maybe he should have expected that by now, he's actually embarassed realizing the proximity, and how he's subconsciously already admiring the callouses. But alas, he needs to carry on, opting to focus on the work he's doing before he makes life harder for himself.
The dryer once again comes to life, in its lowest setting for the time being, and of course far enough to not sting. The fur on his new acquaintance's hand sways with the artificial breeze. In the meantime, Leo's actually remembered one word from his limited Japanese. His eyes tentatively meet his, just a tad amount worried about his accent.
Usagi's ears twitch slightly as the warm hair rushes over his face and ruffles his fur. It's a weird, strange feeling. Like standing next to a furnace, almost. But one that you hold in your hand. He frowns, mostly to himself, and then drops Leo's hand to start tugging his haori open. It's soaking wet and if he wants to dry off at all, he'll need to get it off.
He pauses when he turtle speaks again. The accent is atrocious, but he thinks he recognizes the word. He blinks at him for a moment and repeats the word, curiously, "Name?"
After a moment, as if waiting for confirmation, he dips into a slight bow, "I am Miyamoto Usagi."
Life seems to want to be as difficult as possible for Leo. He ends up biting his lip as to prevent any stupid noise he might make as a result of handsome stranger undressing right here. Should he help him?? Probably. Does he want to? That's a loaded question. His stupid gay heart can't take this. The whole situation went from bizarre accident to a fever dream and now he can't decide if he wishes he had his family for this or not.
"I... buh... I'm Leo."
After a blink, he ends up belatedly bowing too. There's definitely a better way to deal with the language barrier, he'll pick his phone up for a translator app after they're done with this. Usagi, huh. He puts the dryer down again for now, so he can help him out with his clothes. He keeps his face down, but in the end it's distracting no matter which way he's looking. Leo takes a deep inhale, but the apology still comes out in something of a whisper.
"Sorry."
It probably doesn't help to not be eloquent enough to give reasons, but, it's probably obvious enough he's at least partially at fault for this situation.
Usagi is used to nudity. Or at least male nudity, anyway. It’s different when it comes to women, but that’s just how society is, isn’t it? Besides, he can’t sit around in soaking wet clothes, so he strips out of his haori and the rest of his outer layers, setting them aside so he can dry them later. He’s aware that his new companion is trying very hard not to look at him and a part of him isn’t sure how he should take that.
Leo, huh? Strange name.
Usagi begins toweling himself off, now that he’s down to his unmentionables. The problem with fur is that when it’s wet, it’s wet. There’s a pause and he gives Leo a look, blinking.
“For what?”
Wait, he probably won’t understand that. So he shrugs instead, trying to convey his sense of confusion.
The ultimate end in the removal of Usagi's clothes elicits a yelp of a pitch Leo didn't even know he could reach.
Now this? This was torture. The trueness to the period dress has gone down to being to see the shape of his ass for Pete's sake. Leo's now forced to keep his eyes on the floor, anything else above the feet would be way too much. Except, newsflash, woah, you can't, you should probably help out with the drying. Everywhere. His human half has him sweating like a guilty man in an interrogation room, and he's not sure if the flushing in his face can be seen but he sure can feel it.
Leo is futilely covering above where his nonexistent eyebrows would be (so well, the upper mask area) when he clears his throat.
"Right, right... pesky language stuff."
No English, no dryers, so cellphones might be a bit out there too. He takes the small rectangle out with a bit of a fumble in the air from good ol' panic and taps away. Of course, online translators can be notoriously bad, so he's reduced to just hoping for the best. The translated word then gets tapped on its voice feature:
"Fault." That one went okay. And after some more typing... "Help me" --And that one did not. Of course, maybe it just seems like a weird, talking rectangle asking for assistance.
Usagi is mostly distracted with drying himself off, but even he can tell that the turtle is not... well. He's not comfortable. Awkward, even. Embarrassed? He's not sure why. He frowns and finishes toweling himself as dry as he can and then very cautiously takes the strange hot wind generator and starts using it to get some of the dampness out of his fur.
It doesn't hurt, right?
The small tablet that he has doesn't earn much more than a glance until it starts squawking at him in a strangely tinny voice and Usagi jumps again, towel still wrapped around himself.
That's... weird. Really weird. But it's another of those devices and probably not evil spirits, right? Or maybe there's a spirit in there doing the talking for the turtle...?
That was from himself, again. Leo did some further tapping away on the screen, before giving Usagi a thumbs up. Oh. Hold on, alien signs again. More typing... then the helpful monotonous chime returned.
"Means good now. Again?"
Configuring this was going to be... slow. If Leo could only get a hold on a mystic item, maybe they could get around this entire issue? That sounded like the best idea. That is, right under 'actually sending him back where he came from'. Leo mentally went "why didn't I think that first", knowing full well the answer to that question. Fascination, that he really needed to calm down. And those muscles that are somehow toned even with fur.
Finding a translator artifact was less issue than that he would have to decide between leaving Usagi alone at the lair to his own devices or taking the guy with him to the Hidden City; neither option sounded like it would be smooth sailing.
Man, he really thinks too much. He'll ask that after he his guest is fully dry. Leo tentatively takes one of the towels by him and waits for some kind of confirmation from Usagi if he actually wants more help. As his brain rushes to do more ridiculous aerobics, he makes another scrunched up face of disgust at his own hesitation and weakness. It's just hospitality, don't overthink it!!! Poor Usagi and his blissful confusion.
The upraised thumb is weird. Usagi just frowns, trying to figure out what's going on. Apparently this box (full of spirits or not) was still not doing a good job translating everything that was being said. Some of the words were a bit strange, too. He scratches at his chin in thought.
"What's good now? Again? I don't understand..."
Usagi sounds (and looks) more than a little frustrated. He gets brought to... where ever this is and they don't even speak his language! He's still frowning in thought when he notices that Leo is sort of... awkwardly waiting. Hmm. He offers a shrug.
That's a yes right? Thank god shrugs are universal. Well, here we go. Leo takes one of Usagi's shoulders for support and starts circles from the back with the other hand. One of his hobbies was that he's pretty good at massaging, and while this isn't quite that, it's still a bit of second nature for him to check any small signs if the pace and pressure he's at are comfortable.
Absently, he notes that he and his own brothers are naked at most times; it really is a silly thing about how they cheat with their own shells then scream in horror about seeing their dad in his underwear. But again, that's his own father, and Usagi's a hot stranger.
They're both barely dressed teen boys with one helping the other dry off. Really did skip a bunch of steps here in familiarity. The absurdity of it all is turning it into a funny thing. Leo doesn't manage to stop himself from chuckling, and when Usagi, probably, glances over as a result, he'll just smile and give another thumbs up.
Maybe one way or other, he'll get the meaning anyway!
Oh! Well, he hadn't expected things to get... quite that close so quickly, but he supposes that the turtle can help out. Although fair play, they are both pretty much stripped down to nothing at this point. Wait, did the turtle usually wear anything? He wasn't sure. Whatever. Not the important part, even if he does turn his gaze 'skyward' - or at least toward the ceiling.
What a strange place.
The chuckle draws his attention back, even as he works on wringing his fur out. He's almost dry by now (thanks to Leo, really) and he half turns his head to look at him. There's that thumb gesture again. Usagi wrinkles his nose and then imitates it with a confused shrug. Is that good? The turtle smiles when he uses it, so it must mean something good.
"I think I'm mostly dry now. Thank you."
Although that still leaves his clothes. He pushes to his feet and turns to face Leo with a confused frown.
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"Come on, it's been ages, where are you guys?!" A grimace crept onto his face, "What do you mean days."
Listening to more babbling on the other side of the line, Leo squat to his knees with a resigned grumble.
"Yeah, yeah... love you too."
He hung up with a sigh. He truly, could not believe this. If he had to mope around being alone for more than 24 hours, he might as well order a pizza, he figured. Pocketing his phone, Leo went up to his odachi on the wall, thinking up what he'd get. Maybe he should spoil himself just to burn his brothers for leaving him alone. He wasn't supposed to leave the lair alone but... in any case, if there was any portal point he's more or less had down pat, it would be the mutant pizza joint. He'd be in and out in a second.
Or, so he thought. From the sword tip's circle, before Leo could even take a step forward, a blurry figure gets launched out into the water behind him. This night just kept getting better.
"--Oh my god." The portal blipped out, just as quickly as he had made it. Leo rushes over to the edge in a panic. Can they even swim? Does he need to dive after them? "I, uh, are you okay?!"
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That was his thought anyway, before a hole seemed to open in the air in front of him. Usagi's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could do much more than yell in surprise, he felt a tug and the world seemed to shimmer and change around him. A few moments later, he went head over heels into some body of water. There was a long moment where he didn't know which way was up and which way was down, but after a disorienting few seconds, he came up to the surface with a gasp, still clinging tightly to his sword with one hand.
"What is going on-?" He managed, still trying to get water out of his eyes.
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"Just give me a second! I'll help you!"
Leo let go of his own sword and splashed in after him--which, given the relative distance might have gotten even more water on the guy, whoops. Risking drowning a man was not ideal left-alone-at-home behavior. Past the urgency in his grabs he tried to be gentle about it. Guiding him to the floor of the lair, Leo lifted the rabbit up slightly from the water then climbed up after him in less of a hurry.
His voice while rubbing the back of his head was sheepish,
"Phew... Um. Sorry about that."
... Only remembering afterward that there was a pesky language barrier to deal with. And there were some other things to worry about! He'd just stranded someone! They were here at home! Very unfortunately drenched head to toe. "Uh, wait here."
........
The combination of Leo's own clumsiness on his feet and wetness meant that out of view, he promptly collided into some objects with the echoes of clattered furniture. After some awkward silence, the lights turn on. Given some more steps around the place, Leo then returned with an armful of towels, and a hair-dryer. He didn't know what having fur was like, but he kind of figured it would be a pain to dry. He offered a towel with an awkward smile.
"Here."
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That would probably be bad.
The turtle says something and Usagi frowns. It's a language he's never heard and he doesn't understand a single word of it.
"Who are you? What is this place? How did you bring me here-?"
He starts spouting questions, brow furrowed, voice harsh and angry. He is not a happy rabbit and when Leo ducks out of sight he starts to get up to follow. He only paues when the sound of crashing and banging meets his ears and he just stares after him until he returns. Usagi's grip on his sword tightens. What is this-?
Oh, it's a towel. Usagi feels a bit sheepish. He very cautiously wipes his word dry and then sheathes it first before he starts trying to rub himself off with a muttered "thank you".
"Arigato."
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For now, they're stuck with the tension of a misunderstanding and the continued misunderstandings from a language barrier. Leo can't help but stare. He thinks he'd remember meeting a reasonably attractive rabbit man from around New York, so it stands to reason he's from further away.
Okay, the damp stranger looks slightly less mad after being handed a way to dry off. That's good! He cleans the sword before himself too, that's hardcore. It actually looked a little disciplined too? What with the costume, it's not somebody who's picked it up as a casual hobby.
"Um... You're welcome!" Right, he still won't get that. Being a swordsman of less caliber himself, is there any way to communicate that without looking vaguely threatening? Charades? Leo tentatively puts his hands together in a swinging motion, then points to himself.
That probably looked somewhat stupid, Leo chastises himself with a wry smile. Well, there was no harm in trying. He crouches down to plug in the hairdryer, and flipping the switch it turns on in its usual aggressive FWOOSH manner.
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Usagi is still toweling his head dry when the strange device the turtle is holding starts to make a hideous roaring noise and Usagi jumps about five feet in the air backwards, hands raised defensively.
"What is that?"
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"Whoops, don't have hairdryers where you're from?"
Let him just switch that off for now, then. It's probably scary not knowing its function. He waits a little bit for the moment to settle, then turns it on some distance against his own head, bandana tails fluttering against the warm wind as a demonstration. Again, without fur (and being aquatic already), he doesn't really need it as much. Warmth feels great though.
"Give it here."
Leo's uh, got his palm out for his hand now apparently. He's not going to force the poor guy to comply with it if he doesn't want to, but starting somewhere easy to retract it is a good place as any.
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Usagi's eyes dart to the hand, then back to his face, then back again, and he slowly, slowly reaches out and accepts it, fingers wrapping around Leo's. His hands are calloused - this is someone who trains with the blade regularly. After a moment of that, he leans in slightly, waiting expectantly, bracing himself.
This is weird. So incredibly weird.
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The dryer once again comes to life, in its lowest setting for the time being, and of course far enough to not sting. The fur on his new acquaintance's hand sways with the artificial breeze. In the meantime, Leo's actually remembered one word from his limited Japanese. His eyes tentatively meet his, just a tad amount worried about his accent.
"Name?"
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He pauses when he turtle speaks again. The accent is atrocious, but he thinks he recognizes the word. He blinks at him for a moment and repeats the word, curiously, "Name?"
After a moment, as if waiting for confirmation, he dips into a slight bow, "I am Miyamoto Usagi."
He's wet and confused. He can still be polite.
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"I... buh... I'm Leo."
After a blink, he ends up belatedly bowing too. There's definitely a better way to deal with the language barrier, he'll pick his phone up for a translator app after they're done with this. Usagi, huh. He puts the dryer down again for now, so he can help him out with his clothes. He keeps his face down, but in the end it's distracting no matter which way he's looking. Leo takes a deep inhale, but the apology still comes out in something of a whisper.
"Sorry."
It probably doesn't help to not be eloquent enough to give reasons, but, it's probably obvious enough he's at least partially at fault for this situation.
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Leo, huh? Strange name.
Usagi begins toweling himself off, now that he’s down to his unmentionables. The problem with fur is that when it’s wet, it’s wet. There’s a pause and he gives Leo a look, blinking.
“For what?”
Wait, he probably won’t understand that. So he shrugs instead, trying to convey his sense of confusion.
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Now this? This was torture. The trueness to the period dress has gone down to being to see the shape of his ass for Pete's sake. Leo's now forced to keep his eyes on the floor, anything else above the feet would be way too much. Except, newsflash, woah, you can't, you should probably help out with the drying. Everywhere. His human half has him sweating like a guilty man in an interrogation room, and he's not sure if the flushing in his face can be seen but he sure can feel it.
Leo is futilely covering above where his nonexistent eyebrows would be (so well, the upper mask area) when he clears his throat.
"Right, right... pesky language stuff."
No English, no dryers, so cellphones might be a bit out there too. He takes the small rectangle out with a bit of a fumble in the air from good ol' panic and taps away. Of course, online translators can be notoriously bad, so he's reduced to just hoping for the best. The translated word then gets tapped on its voice feature:
"Fault." That one went okay. And after some more typing... "Help me" --And that one did not. Of course, maybe it just seems like a weird, talking rectangle asking for assistance.
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It doesn't hurt, right?
The small tablet that he has doesn't earn much more than a glance until it starts squawking at him in a strangely tinny voice and Usagi jumps again, towel still wrapped around himself.
That's... weird. Really weird. But it's another of those devices and probably not evil spirits, right? Or maybe there's a spirit in there doing the talking for the turtle...?
"Eh? You're saying this is your fault...?"
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That was from himself, again. Leo did some further tapping away on the screen, before giving Usagi a thumbs up. Oh. Hold on, alien signs again. More typing... then the helpful monotonous chime returned.
"Means good now. Again?"
Configuring this was going to be... slow. If Leo could only get a hold on a mystic item, maybe they could get around this entire issue? That sounded like the best idea. That is, right under 'actually sending him back where he came from'. Leo mentally went "why didn't I think that first", knowing full well the answer to that question. Fascination, that he really needed to calm down. And those muscles that are somehow toned even with fur.
Finding a translator artifact was less issue than that he would have to decide between leaving Usagi alone at the lair to his own devices or taking the guy with him to the Hidden City; neither option sounded like it would be smooth sailing.
Man, he really thinks too much. He'll ask that after he his guest is fully dry. Leo tentatively takes one of the towels by him and waits for some kind of confirmation from Usagi if he actually wants more help. As his brain rushes to do more ridiculous aerobics, he makes another scrunched up face of disgust at his own hesitation and weakness. It's just hospitality, don't overthink it!!! Poor Usagi and his blissful confusion.
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"What's good now? Again? I don't understand..."
Usagi sounds (and looks) more than a little frustrated. He gets brought to... where ever this is and they don't even speak his language! He's still frowning in thought when he notices that Leo is sort of... awkwardly waiting. Hmm. He offers a shrug.
"If you want to help, help."
The faster he gets dry, the better.
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Absently, he notes that he and his own brothers are naked at most times; it really is a silly thing about how they cheat with their own shells then scream in horror about seeing their dad in his underwear. But again, that's his own father, and Usagi's a hot stranger.
They're both barely dressed teen boys with one helping the other dry off. Really did skip a bunch of steps here in familiarity. The absurdity of it all is turning it into a funny thing. Leo doesn't manage to stop himself from chuckling, and when Usagi, probably, glances over as a result, he'll just smile and give another thumbs up.
Maybe one way or other, he'll get the meaning anyway!
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What a strange place.
The chuckle draws his attention back, even as he works on wringing his fur out. He's almost dry by now (thanks to Leo, really) and he half turns his head to look at him. There's that thumb gesture again. Usagi wrinkles his nose and then imitates it with a confused shrug. Is that good? The turtle smiles when he uses it, so it must mean something good.
"I think I'm mostly dry now. Thank you."
Although that still leaves his clothes. He pushes to his feet and turns to face Leo with a confused frown.
"Where are we?"
That is the important part.