Donnie had always been used to having his own space, it's true. But the Turtle Tank had always been meant for all of them. Having it all to himself has just been too strange. He manages to mostly internalize his sigh of relief, a ghost of a smile almost making itself known upon his face when Leo replies.
The snort is easier to release, everything else falling into place thereafter.
"Well, if you find an actual bed, you are welcome to put one in," he says, waving a hand. He's not even going to deny the whole crashing in any chair thing, not when he's been more or less sleeping curled up in Raph's seat.
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The snort is easier to release, everything else falling into place thereafter.
"Well, if you find an actual bed, you are welcome to put one in," he says, waving a hand. He's not even going to deny the whole crashing in any chair thing, not when he's been more or less sleeping curled up in Raph's seat.