// warren only gets into places bc of hypno /lh hypno gets invited to things and takes warren as his 'plus one'

[ . . blank stare. Slow nod. ] . . yes? My problems are the problems of everyone, obviously. ( Jeez, talk about slow. )

// warren having an ex wife and kid is so funny to me you know that was a loveless marriage between him and a model

[ nc ] I HATE the dog bed . . smells like dog. ( 💢 )

[ nc ] he's putting me on that damn couch tonight ( 😔✊️ )

[ Side eyeing Repo. ] Hypno decided the next heist was 'perfect family time'. [ Patting down his suit. ] Been working sooo hard on 'reconnecting with his estranged daughter'. Psht. Should be paying attention to ME.

Oh. He's stunned. Standing, staring, at his daughter. What was his ex wifes name again – ? Unimportant. Clearing his throat, Warren coughs into his fist, ignoring the way his eyes seem to start glistening. " . . well. Nice to know my kid got MY good looks."

( Could do with or WITHOUT the brat, )

He deflates in annoyance at her returned dismissal, fixing her with a glare. " – Then tell her it's / important /, obviously. Y'know. Bad guy to bad guy."

Tensing immediately at the sound, for once in his life, Warren is silent. With a slow turn that has him maneuvering on the table, he stares at the doorway. Mouth opening and closing a few times, before he finally gets out a quiet, "Ophelia – ?"

Scoffing! He's waving a dismissive hand at her, eyes even rolling. "Yeah, yeah, but I'm no mere / visitor /, I'm THE Warren Stone, the best newscaster the world has ever seen. AND – !" A dramatic point of his finger to the sky! " – The turtles GREATEST foe!"

CAN YOU STOP

Propped up on a table and facing the door, Warren quietly grumbles to himself. Of course Maxine would refuse to have him in the same room as she talks to Hypno. " – I mean, what am I, chopped worm?" Scoff!

sudden feeling of danger

➷ 𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝙢𝙚, 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚?

// its pride month rise fans you know what that means

Preening at the attention, only to deflate in near immediate annoyance. Forcing a strained smile. "Ooh, yes, the estranged daughter who really seems to love slinging insults. And me." Grumbling, " ( Still fixing that window ). "

. . jeez, what is this, a mutant reunion – ?

Slicking hair back with THE most dramatic effect, only for it to spring back up comedically. "My GLORIOUS return to my AMAZING fans," a pause, and said off to the side, " – ( and also husband and family. )"

➷ 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙎 —