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[badform]

[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]

[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.]