Owner	Pose
Leonardo	A picture of Master Splinter in a place of honor on the wall, a row of tatami mats-- several freshly cut, a well-abused training dummy, a meditation shrine towards the back of the room bearing an array of incense options, and a circular bamboo mat in the central part of the large main room are both the most prominent and more or less the only furnishings in Leo's dojo. Utilitarian, spartan-- disciplined. Leonardo is in the center of said mat, the sparring ring, working through an intense set of katas that fill the air with rushing air and fierce terrapin kiai. His trademark blue bandana-mask trails his motions in dramatic flourish, though the ninja's eyes are closed. Kicks, punches, elbow and knee strikes-- these are all tried and true parts of the artform, and Ninja Turtles ace that stuff-- especially Leo. What's unique is what the reinforce shell does to a shoulder lungs, or a flying tackle. The former releases into the latter in an impressive, localized shockwave as Leo's weight flips off of the shellstrike and he whirls into the air, tucking his head in to cartwheel around and batter an imagined adversary before landing in a smooth, contoured roll courtesy of that same inborn shield. Of course, as Leonardo spins back to his feet he takes time to slide a side-kick in for his fallen imaginary friend's imaginary head.
Michelangelo	Crunch. Scrunch. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Smack. Michelangelo's here. The happy-go-lucky turtle in the orange bandana is quite focused on paying attention to the form and the style of Leonardo's movements. Well, kind of. He's actually more focused on the bag of hot pork rinds he's cradling in his arm. He's just going to town on those things while he probably should actually be focused on Leonardo. After a few more crunchings, Mikey absent-mindedly wipes his hand on the wall of the dojo then gives a wave of his fingers. "Psst. Leo. Psssssssssst. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!" This hushed whisper is probably more annoying than when Mikey uses his actual voice. Either way, it's super obvious that Mikey is honestly trying to be respectful. "Uh... who's winning?" Of course, Michelangelo would want to know if his brother is losing to an imaginarily invisible opponent.
Leonardo	Of course, with the attuned senses of an EXPERT NINJA, in balance with himself and his surroundings, Leo notices Mikey by the latter's first distant footfalls padding their way towards the dojo-- or at least, when said brother wanders in crunching rinds. Leonardo just chooses to ignore it for a minute, kicking up into rising elbow strike at another absent foe which flows into a classic one-two jab before the swordsmaster twists and checks THAT one away with the back of his shell. Then, his eyes open, conveniently-- judgingly-- on Michelangelo. "It's not possible to lose against non-existant exercise partners, Mikey. ... for most of us." Oooooooh. The elder brother's belt and bandolier combo is rested carefully against one wall, propped up by his swords around the other ninja gear stowed there. "Why are you crunching those in he--" Never mind, he knows the answer. Leo shifts to a put-upon nod, "Right, right, they're delicious, but this is a DOJO."
Michelangelo	"Hey. HEY!" Mikey points at Leonardo with a pork rind in that same hand. "You don't know my non-existant exercise partners, okay? They are vicious, mean, and a lot of them smell like Raph. It's not as easy as it looks!" The sad part about this is that Michelangelo might not even be kidding. He may actually have a set of imaginary sparring partners that he deals with on a regular basis. CRUNCH! That was a good one. "Hey, I know!" Nom nom. "Look." Mikey wiggles his toes a bit. "No disrespecting the dojo. I don't have shoes on. I remember the rules!" This last part is said while his eyes scan the dojo walls to see if there's actually any rules that have been posted anywhere for him to uh, remember with. Crunch. "Want some?" Bribery!
Leonardo	"..." Leonardo considers this for a moment, and blinks at Michelangelo. "You imagine losing to Raph? ... Regularly?" That's what he's hearing said, at least. There are no posted rules-- at least not YET. Some do seem to demand them. For others, it's a matter of RESPECT and TRADITION. Leo meander towards Mikey with a casual, post-exertion relaxation, shaking his head, "The Dojo is not the /place/ for pork rinds!" He reiterates more firmly. And with the punctuating beats, his left mitt whips out to thonk the bag on its bottom with alarming force and precision. He would then use Michelangelo's shell as a vaulting horse and -leap- over and past his brother, catching the bag on the way down-- and immediately taking off into the mall at a full sprint, broken only by a crunching here, and a cronching there, as Leonardo free-runs across a concourse barrier to gain distance in those moments of surprise!
Michelangelo	"What?! No way, bro! I'm not losin' to /Raph/! I just said they smell like him! You know he still spends a lot of time in the sewers? What a weirdo, am I right?" It is very clear from the look on Mikey's face that he's only risking saying these things because Raph is nowhere to be found. Unless he's doing the Ninja Vanish thing. In that case, Mikey's eyes are checking the ceiling and other potential locations in the dojo that may be a good hiding spot. Of course this is the perfect time for Leo to pull a fast one and Mikey's not even the wiser. Well, he's not really the wise one anyway but, "HEY!" Michelangelo was not ready for Leo Leap(punk)frogging over him like that! "Do you even like the hot kind?!" Mikey frowns and spins, immediately ready to give some sort of chase after the pork rind thief! He might not be the fastest one of the four but that's why he's always carrying his skateboard! Which he reaches back for... and it's not there. "What the shell!" And it's back to free running!
Leonardo	"//Imaginary// Raph!" Leo fires back, in motion. There's no question that Mikey can lose to REAL Raph! What's worrying Leonardo is that the partiest brother is apparently having recurring failure just running his own katas! Michelangelo falling FARTHER behind by failing to find a skateboard doesn't slow Leo down-- the leaderest of the Turtles lands with only a little bit of a skid clear of the planters and benches and keeps on charging down the hallway. Once, it carried shoppers from storefront to storefront; now, it lets one turtle flee with another's chips. To his credit, Leo is impressively careful not to crush or dump the whole thing-- it's part of the DILIGENT EXERCISE. A leap takes him to the midway point of an idle escalator, and Leonardo backflips off of it to the upper railing, a landing that leads to the food court beyond. There, he drops to his shelled backside with a thwunk of metal on carapace, dangling his feet over the rail-- and munching a few more rinds. But he does, at least, let Mikey catch back up-- and hands the bag back over without a fight, snagging a final handful. It's almost more of a victory at that point. "I like taking them from your slow shell." Leo admits.
Michelangelo	Michelangelo only seems to blossom when it actually matters. He may be the reason that growing up a lot of training sessions had to keep going. Someone just doesn't put in as much effort into actually training as he probably should. Someone is often too busy daydreaming or playing video games or eating pizza to really focus in on what's important. In this case? It's his pork rinds. Michelangelo's method for catching up to Leo is a bit less stylish, though he does manage to get in a couple of cool flips. Each one comes with a, "Parkour!" because he might've been binging The Office lately. That's just how he rolls. And speaking of which, Mikey rolls over another obstacle to finally get himself to Leo. Slightly out of breath. "... did you just secretly make me exercise? Because, if so, I totally hate you right now." Mikey snatches the pork rinds bag and can't even consume any at the moment. He's too busy glaring slacker-ly at Leo. "You're so lucky I didn't have my board."
Leonardo	Hopefully, Michelangelo remembers to clap in mid-air and land awkwardly, losing all speed-- you know, doing it right. "No?" Leonardo lies badly, thus negating any Mikey hate he may or may not have earned. "That was far too quick for proper cardio -or- gymnastic training." And there's the more serious Leo tilt to sell it. That part lands more sincerely; probably because it -is-. "If you need the board, your sprint is weak." The elder Terrapin further clarifies. It's annoying, because he's not exactly wrong. "Sensei always said: A ninja reliant on his tools is crippled when he still has four good limbs and a resilient shell." Something like that. Leonardo himself isn't even convinced he's the kind of wise master Splinter is-- but he sure gives it his best try.
Michelangelo	Mikey stops looking annoyed and starts looking more like himself when Master Splinter's brought up. "Using Master Splinter is cheating. But I hear you." Mikey straightens himself up as he's probably making a mental note to do better with his running and practice more. "Uh, not that I actually /needed/ the board. For the record." They both pretty much know that's a big ol' lie but at least Mikey's smiling enough to make it known that he's okay with lying at this juncture. It's part of the gag. "Tomorrow I'll do my exercises /before/ cartoons, okay?" Michelangelo the negotiator is back on the scene!