[Master Splinter had strange taste. He knows better than to say that, though. Instead he can't help fixating on the fact that sensei asked him to come along for this, and not one of his brothers. It makes him beam at the privilege, arms winding indulgently around Leo's neck for a hug.]
I hope it tastes really good then, sensei!
[Sensei's been working hard for everyone. He deserves to have a break, to have his dad's tea.]
[He does pat at Casey's arm around his neck. He loves this kid, he's happy to share this with him. But after a few minutes he removes the strainer with the now wet leaves and careeeeefully lifts the cup. Takes a sip and something in his shoulders relaxes. It's... Not exactly like he grew up with, but it's so close.]
Gotta let it cool down before you taste it, all right?
[The suspense, the suspense, sensei! He can smell it from here! But fine, Casey rolls over on his shell to flop on his back instead, counting cracks in the ceiling.]
[Leo can't help the light chuckle at Casey's flopping. He was the same way, still kind of is. He's just gotten better at dealing with it. But the question has him pause.]
Before the Krang showed up, I didn't really do that much with him, tbh? He'd lived a pretty exciting life and was happy to sit and watch commercials and eat good food. But he'd still train us sometimes.
After the Krang... We just. We'd take whenever we could find an hour or two and sit and talk. Drink tea, sure, and ..I dunno.
It doesn't sound like a lot or that exciting, but I'd give almost anything to sit and have another conversation with him.
[Casey very carefully accepts the cup, holding it between both hands to not risk spilling a single drop of this precious thing sensei shared with his dad. He sniffs it again - it does smell better than before, actually, so clearly there's some science at work with this infusing thing - and blows on it a few times before taking a cautious sip.
...Makes a face. Then takes another sip. Then announces, very seriously:]
[He can't see the expression, no, but he can hear something quietly nuanced in Leo's tone that is difficult to parse yet sounds, overall, pretty good. It's enough to satisfy Casey, and he folds his arms against Leo's head, resting his chin on them.]
You're not that old yet. ["Yet". This is your child, Leonardo.] Thanks for sharing your leaves with me.
"Yet". [He is definitely Leo's child, as he laughs a little to himself at that. Cassandra would've said something similar too, he thinks. Leo takes another sip of the tea and starts walking them back to a quieter room with less eyes about to wake up and find them.]
Happy to share. You know, not that many really care about hot tea water anymore these days. I thought you'd appreciate it.
I do! [Even if he doesn't appreciate it the same way Leo does, thinking of his dad, he's coming at it from the opposite side. He's the one getting to share it with his... well. Sensei. Which is kind of the same thing.] Do you think Uncle Tello will be able to make more? So you can drink it all the time?
[He'd much rather have these leaves than the usual.]
[Oh, Casey's feeling bold this morning. But he can sense the edge of shyness in that question. He won't let him down though. Not if that grip on his shell is anything to judge by.]
Yeah. Soon as he has more ready, we can do this more often.
[Look he love love loves his sensei's attention, undivided or otherwise, but he knows there's a war going on. Leo's very important, and everyone demands his time. Casey's old enough to know he needs to manage his expectations.]
While everyone else is still asleep? Not too busy at all for you.
[Once the base starts waking up is another matter and he'll have to give up his time to the cause, to leading. To strategy meetings and coordination of resources and people. While everyone's asleep, his time is his own and he'll devote it however he likes.]
[Yeah, uh, so do small CHILDREN, but he's not registering that he'll feel like passing out for another 2 hours by mid-morning yet. What's more important is that if sensei is tired, he could get hurt, and that's absolutely not allowed.]
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Your dad? Master Splinter?
[The mysterious and well-loved rat man he never got to meet... if this is something he did with his dad, it's very special indeed.]
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[And it's clear that Donnie did it on purpose for that reason.]
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I hope it tastes really good then, sensei!
[Sensei's been working hard for everyone. He deserves to have a break, to have his dad's tea.]
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[He does pat at Casey's arm around his neck. He loves this kid, he's happy to share this with him. But after a few minutes he removes the strainer with the now wet leaves and careeeeefully lifts the cup. Takes a sip and something in his shoulders relaxes. It's... Not exactly like he grew up with, but it's so close.]
Gotta let it cool down before you taste it, all right?
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[The suspense, the suspense, sensei! He can smell it from here! But fine, Casey rolls over on his shell to flop on his back instead, counting cracks in the ceiling.]
Can you tell me about your pops?
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About my dad? What do you wanna know?
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After the Krang... We just. We'd take whenever we could find an hour or two and sit and talk. Drink tea, sure, and ..I dunno.
It doesn't sound like a lot or that exciting, but I'd give almost anything to sit and have another conversation with him.
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What would you say if he was here?
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[He lifts his head a little, patting Casey's arm affectionately. He appreciates the hug.]
That I love him. That I wanted to hear more stories he had to tell.
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I bet he loved you a lot.
[Because sensei is sensei and who wouldn't love him. A dad definitely would.]
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[He takes a breath and uses it to blow the steam off the tea before carefully offering it up to Casey.]
It's still pretty hot so be careful - don't burn yourself.
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...Makes a face. Then takes another sip. Then announces, very seriously:]
These are the best leaves I ever tasted.
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I'd hope so. They're made to be tasty, but this is gonna be a rare treat. Until Donnie can grow them more regularly. Still...
[He looks down at the bowl, expression soft in a way Casey might not be able to see where he's perched.]
Thanks for sharing an old turtle's memories, CJ.
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You're not that old yet. ["Yet". This is your child, Leonardo.] Thanks for sharing your leaves with me.
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Happy to share. You know, not that many really care about hot tea water anymore these days. I thought you'd appreciate it.
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[He'd much rather have these leaves than the usual.]
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I wanna do this again, sensei. Drink tea with you, like you did with your dad. Can we?
[Feeling bold this morning, though there's an edge of shyness in his question.]
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Yeah. Soon as he has more ready, we can do this more often.
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Woo... thank you, sensei!
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Of course, Casey. Any time, all right? Just say the word.
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[Look he love love loves his sensei's attention, undivided or otherwise, but he knows there's a war going on. Leo's very important, and everyone demands his time. Casey's old enough to know he needs to manage his expectations.]
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[Once the base starts waking up is another matter and he'll have to give up his time to the cause, to leading. To strategy meetings and coordination of resources and people. While everyone's asleep, his time is his own and he'll devote it however he likes.]
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[Yeah, uh, so do small CHILDREN, but he's not registering that he'll feel like passing out for another 2 hours by mid-morning yet. What's more important is that if sensei is tired, he could get hurt, and that's absolutely not allowed.]
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