"She's not wrong," Mike pipes in as he reaches across the table and gives his brother's shoulder a swat, causing a small cloud of soot to momentarily form.
"That's my fault," Don says quietly. He doesn't seem like he's paying all that much attention to what's going on around him, mostly because there's this distracting little gadget in his hands that's drawing all of his focus. "I had to re-route us mid-floo a couple of times before getting here."
"Why didn't you just apparate?" Raph asks before he takes a sip of Mike's milkshake, causing the younger brother to protest.
"Wasn't sure if that'd ping the tracker or not, though it'd be best not to chance it."
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Date: 2013-04-04 05:55 pm (UTC)"That's my fault," Don says quietly. He doesn't seem like he's paying all that much attention to what's going on around him, mostly because there's this distracting little gadget in his hands that's drawing all of his focus. "I had to re-route us mid-floo a couple of times before getting here."
"Why didn't you just apparate?" Raph asks before he takes a sip of Mike's milkshake, causing the younger brother to protest.
"Wasn't sure if that'd ping the tracker or not, though it'd be best not to chance it."