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[Hook's first night aboard the ship wasn't very eventful, to be honest. The second night was much the same. And now we find our handless friend with a conundrum. He removed his harness to bathe and now he'll need to get back into it.]

Well, isn't this quite the problem.

[Momentarily, he's forgotten Smee isn't here.]

MR. SMEE!

...

Forgive my shouting. Would anyone here care to lend a hand?

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[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[there was a. Erm. dunce cap on his...]

[Right. Ignoring. He could do that. Donatello looks away from the cap and steps closer to Hook, shifting the harness around in his hands and glancing at it once to figure out the straps. Then he gestures for the handless arm.]

Right. I haven't put one of these on before, so please excuse any clumsiness.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

You'll be forgiven.

[Hook just nods and turns his back to Donatello. He slipped his arms into the harness and settled his wrist into the contraption that held his plastic hook. Ugh. Donatello is no Smee. But he'll do. He reaches for the leather strap to secure it in place.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[Knowing that the hook is plastic (of course he'd checked while he'd had the chance - hooks reminded Don a bit too uncomfortably of the Shredder), Donatello is patient and mostly unconcerned, and holds the harness as steady as he is able while Hook secures it.]

[He can't help but be curious, however.]

Are these types of prosthetics common where you come from?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

I suppose, though, to my knowledge I am the only one in Neverland with it.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Hm, really? What is Neverland like? If you don't mind the question, that is.

[Don's studying the harness carefully with his eyes, endlessly curious. It's obviously not something from modern times, but it seems well put-together, too.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

A dreadful place, full of dreadful people.

[Nevermind that Hook is among those dreadful people.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[...ouch]

Ah. I'm sorry about that.

[not much else he can say, really.]

How long have you been here?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

It will be taken care of as soon as I return.

[Hook doesn't seem all that interested as he smooths what he can of his curls with his hook.]

Three days by my count.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Welcome, then?

[Donatello glances to the door then back.]

Did you need help with anything else?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

No, I think I'm fine for now.

[Hook taps his plastic hook against the nightstand then turns to nod to Donatello. He never really said thank you, did he?]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

All right, then. Please feel free to ask if you need anymore help.

[Don nods and reflexively bobs down in a slight - a very slight - bow before he steps toward the door.]

[Cautious turtle that he is, he isn't comfortable enough to turn his back. Still, he tries to keep it from being overly obvious as he moves to leave.]