Dustin rolls his eyes. "No shit it's yours," he drones, still obviously in a foul enough mood to be a little shit. "Everyone shows up with at least one thing. And clothes, usually."
He pauses, casting a dubious glance at Donatello from over his shoulder.
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He pauses, casting a dubious glance at Donatello from over his shoulder.
"Unless they don't normally wear them, I guess."