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This Has Not Been the Field Trip He Signed Up For ((X-Adult First, Maybe More Later))

After Athos had been released from Murderworld, the ninja stealthily and silently went farther into New York City. Eventually the turtle found a nice park with some well-used benches. He sat down on one and tried to achieve utter stillness.

What Athos achieved instead was a transformation into a redheaded teenager sitting on a park bench. Pete looked around nervously. He wasn't sure where he was. Or where his chaperone was. He rubbed his hands together and watched life go by.

This place wasn't filled with mutants, but he still felt very alone. He wondered if there were even pay phones around any more. Though he wasn't sure who he would call.

So, he decided to sit there until someone found him or he got a better idea.

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Pete smiled slightly at his grade. At least his school work didn't suffer. Or his school work that didn't apply to being a mutant. "Thank you, Mr. Richards."

He opened the bag of chips and poured some out next to his plate. Then he ate all his food like he hadn't eaten since he disappeared. Or it was a typical case of teenage boy hunger.

"There's Topher. Around somewhere," he pointed out quietly. Though Topher was completely inured to the whole being a mutant. Pete scratched his eyebrow. "I don't make my schedules."

"Thank you, it was a pleasure to read." Franklin replied with an easy smile, taking a few of the left-over chips and putting them on his plate. Not too many, though, or then he'd lose that trim figure Katie liked so well.

He watched the two boys talk, hoping that Dolemeck wouldn't be too aggressive in seeking Pete's friendship. Not that Pete didn't need friends- he did desperately, but he wasn't going to respond well to social forwardness.

Dolemeck realized his comments were somewhat ignored, so he decided to not pursue them. Instead, he sat slightly hunched over, looking a bit sheepish. Perhaps it was not wise to push Pete too much, especially since he just returned from going missing!

He decided to turn his attention to Professor Franklin, wanting to ask him a question.

"Professor Franklin? You once told me it might be possible to fix my spine, so I can walk again without the braces. I have been thinking about that a bit lately." Dolemeck looked up for a moment. "If possible, do you think I can get that surgery soon? If it is not too much trouble that is."

Pete hadn't ignored anything. That his explanation hadn't quite connected, short as it was, did not really bother him either. He was more focused on eating just about everything in front of him than on conversation.

He was diligently making sure he got every last crumb. It'd been awhile since he'd been the one to eat.

Franklin noticed that just about immediately and strategically diverted half of his sandwich onto Pete's plate.

"Don't worry, I can always make more."

It actually begged the question of how exactly food and nutrition worked between the turtles and Pete. One that he was sure Hank or someone else either knew or could find the answers for, but he was rather curious about ...

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Dolemeck became flustered, realizing Pete had not ignored him, that he was trying to get him to be friends with Topher instead.

"Well, Pete, even if you do not make your schedule... I do not mind waiting." He gave a small smile. "I mean, only if you want to be friends! You do not have to be, and I will not force you."

He gave out a sigh and returned his attention to Profession Franklin, wondering if his ability to walk was even a possibility, or just some silly fantasy.

Pete eyed the sandwich for a moment. Then he wolfed it down. He wiped his chin with his hand. He opened his mouth to reply except he burped. As it reverberated in the kitchen, his skin turned green and scaly.

In Pete's place was Porthos. "Duuuuuuuude."

The turtle scratched his neck and looked around. "Uh oh. Miss Blaire's wave."

"Dolemeck ... I'm really not the person to be asking about that, certainly not about when it can happen. That's really the responsibility of- somewhat, the Headmaster, but mostly, the medical staff at the Institute. I'm sorry, but I really can't give you a firm answer on that."

When Pete turned into Porthos, Franklin couldn't help but sigh slightly. Of course. It did help to distract a little from the awkward situation, though.

"Well, it was just you mentioned it and... I'm sorry. I will inquire with Head Mistress Ramsey when she is available." His eyes widened as he now saw Porthos in the place of Pete. That was quicker than expected, and he tried to remain calm.

"Good evening, Porthos." He tried to smile as best he could.

"Evenin', gentle dudes." He turned slowly to find the nearest exit. Once he found it, he stopped.

"I should drop out of this wave. Miss Blaire scares turtle-kind. She's the big kahuna of this place without a taste for our laisse faire eating 'tudes." He nodded to both.

"Hang loose, brahs." He headed toward the exit.

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