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The feral boys deserve chin scritches for their traumatic pasts😤
This is absolutely gorgeous! Just like the other two! :]
I genuinely can't get enough of this lil mixed au we got going on! It's so sweet!
Another snapshot you can blame on @lukas6246 and our excessive conversations about what happens when a semi-feral peepaw and a semi-feral dinosaur parrot meet and make a connection.
Be careful when offering chin scritches to a giant, sleep-deprived turtle mutant twice your size and several times your weight.
It's been three hours, according to his phone. His legs are asleep, his hand is tired, and he's pretty sure he's now seen 37% of all of the content ever posted on Reddit. Mikey brought him a drink about an hour ago, along with a wink and a quip about staying hydrated, which earned the little turtle a playful rolling of eyes.
And still Leon is draped half across Eshra's lap, rumbling away, his whole shell vibrating from the strength of it. A couple of times, Eshra has tried to stop scritching the slider's chin and jaw to give his fingers a break, only for Leon to crack open one eye and voice an annoyed chuff, making the yokai chuckle and indulgently resume.
Finally, half an hour later when Eshra is deeply immersed in yet another entirely believable story about somebody's family drama -- twins, why is it always twins? -- he realizes the rumbling has stopped. He looks down in some surprise, then smiles gently when he sees the slow, even rise and fall of Leon's carapace. At last. The big mutant has been having some rough nights, so it's a relief to see him properly asleep. Eshra strokes his head a few times, earning himself a sleepy noise he hopes is of contentment, before finally letting his hand drop onto Leon's upper carapace, his feathers spread out over his friend's shell like a protective blanket. He shifts just enough to start feeling some tingling in his legs, wiggles his toes, and goes back to the tale of the lady who had twins with her brother-in-law and wants to know if she's really the asshole here, or if her own twin sister is just overreacting.
A familiar footstep makes his crest twitch, much like how a cat might flick an ear when its attention is caught, and he glances up just enough to catch sight of Leo from the corner of his eye. The young slider is watching his older self… brother… whatever -- Eshra is still getting used to… this whole situation -- with an expression of gentle concern.
Eshra takes this exceedingly rare opportunity to study Leo's face; usually they're too busy snarking and sniping at each other behind Leonardo's back. The kid's older than his years. All of the brothers are, but Leo wears it differently. More heavily. It breaks Eshra's heart, while at the same time making that old, familiar rage against the krang spark and threaten to catch fire. He swallows it down, forces it back, and instead adopts a gentle smile. He doesn't speak, simply lifts the arm he has draped over Leon's back in invitation. Little Leo doesn't say anything either, doesn't even look at the yokai… but he does accept, almost without hesitation, crawling up to sprawl over his adopted older brother's carapace.
Eshra waits for him to settle, then delicately brings his hand to rest on that blue-bandana'd head. He can feel Leo tense under his fingers, but that all melts away when Eshra starts to scritch and pet, and although neither of them will ever mention it, the feathered yokai is pretty damn sure he hears the quietest churring starting up. He swallows a triumphant grin.
Progress.