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Donnie looked up to check the date. His vision blurred but he could still read.
The days were slowly melting together, but the peace and mundanity of post-Krang life was a triumphant reminder that he was still alive. A reminder that his family was still alive, and they had narrowly dodged a future where all of them would suffer fates worse than death.
At least, based on what Casey Junior described.
He shook his plaintive thoughts away. It didn't matter. Everyone was in a brighter, better place. There wasn't a need to worry about the end of everything or the extinction of man-mutant-yokai-everything-kind.
He rubbed a hand against his face, pushing the sheets aside and himself off his mounted bunk, barely sticking the landing. He reached for his goggles and headband, preparing for the motions of his mundane day-to-day life (as mundane and day-to-day as being a mutant/yokai could get).
He wasn't known for being an early waker, but it didn't say much when he's the type to sleep at ungodly hours of the day working on the next project (note to self: install soundproofing after finishing repairs).
Even then, he didn't have much of a use for projects when his ninpo could conjure all the tech his heart could ever desire with a mere thought.
Despite all that, the aftereffects of the Krang made him a little wearier about not having backup systems, weapons (oh, how he's missed his tech-bō), fail safes, and everything under that category in the off-chance their ninpo gets sealed away again or... best to leave that thought alone.
Speaking of that mysterious mystic magic, Donnie tapped into his ninpo, the swirling contagious energy flooding his mutant body with newfound vigour.
Right. It was going to be a good day. It was going to be good for a while.
He let himself feel grateful; everyone was well and alive... And no matter the shenanigan or situation they'd get themselves into today, he'll willingly face each obstacle and problem head-on.