Dustin pauses and glances over his shoulder, giving Donatello a quizzical look out of the corner of his eye as he retrieves something from the snow. Obviously something familiar...huh.
"No, we've spoken with them," he clarifies. "Interacted with directly, even. Some of the others have been on their ship in orbit, apparently. Unfortunately they are very real--" Dustin huffs in annoyance. "--and very interested in sticking their grubby fucking hands where they don't need to be."
He rolls his shoulders, as if trying to shake the irritation off of them. He is not successful.
"What is that?" Dustin asks instead. Maybe indulging his curiosity will stop him from thinking so much about how frustrating the Agrii have been lately.
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"No, we've spoken with them," he clarifies. "Interacted with directly, even. Some of the others have been on their ship in orbit, apparently. Unfortunately they are very real--" Dustin huffs in annoyance. "--and very interested in sticking their grubby fucking hands where they don't need to be."
He rolls his shoulders, as if trying to shake the irritation off of them. He is not successful.
"What is that?" Dustin asks instead. Maybe indulging his curiosity will stop him from thinking so much about how frustrating the Agrii have been lately.