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Oh, sure. We'll talk. [Leo agrees easily enough, not that he can ask about what, as Donnie goes to claim a table.

All Leo can do is shake his head slightly, turning to the ice cream parlor. It doesn't take Leo terribly long before he comes back with a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. Two spoons buried into it.

He sets the bowl down in front of his twin before he sits down cross from Donnie.]

Alright, spill.

[Lalala drumming his fingers on the table while he waits for Leo, which yes isn't too long.

He looks at the ice cream in front of him and considers how to even say it... And well, fuck it.]

I tried to beat up the younger me a bit ago.

[And now he will grab a spoon and have some ice cream.]

[Well, he definitely spilled.]

....Did you throw hands at a sixteen year old? Seriously? Why?

[Oh, that is going to get him to ignore how weird and too sweet the ice cream is, as he points at Leo with this spoon.]

I'm pretty sure he's older than sixteen, Leo.

[And just not answering that why question.]

That isn't the point, Dee. [He sighs openly back, moving to dig his own spoon into the ice cream. He eats his first spoonful, trying to get used to the flavor.]

Why? What happened? [He's going to repeat himself and point at his twin with his own spoon in response.]

[UGGGH, he doesn't want to talk about the details. Because thinking back on it, his reaction was dumb and emotional and dumb.]

... Was I always a little piece of shit when I was that age, I don't remember being that bad?

[So just avoiding it!]

I hate to inform you, my dearest brother- all teenagers are kind of just little assholes. [He says plainly back.] Pretty sure that is why Raph had worry lines at 18 deeper than the grand canyon.

Ah yes, the Raph chasms. [Is he pointedly moving the topic away from how he threw hands with his younger self? yes, yes he is.]

It also explains why you look even shittier at your age in comparison.

You're really trying to deflect from the whole I threw hands with a teenager thing. [He says dryly back.]

You gonna explain, or just keep the topic spinning away from it?

I am doing no such thing?

[He is totally doing that thing, as he has some more ice cream and... Makes a face.]

Why is it so sweet, it shouldn't be this sweet?

Yeah, its just sweeter with each flavor. [He can acknowledge that before focusing on the actual topic.] You're doing that now, Mr. Topic Mover. I told you to spill.

Unless you want your beef with a teenager to come back later and bite us in the ass because you made your teenage self your own arch nemesis.

I'm pretty sure I was that before I even showed up. [He says with a sigh, of course only going off how he was at the age Donatello is.]

He's read my research. [As if that explains everything.]

These teens don't like us, but we don't need to make it worse. [He's trying for Casey's benefit.]

Was he not supposed to? I'm lacking context here.

It's not like I went "Yes, I'm going to antagonize my younger self", Leo! [He is also trying for Casey's sake, which is why he telling Leo and not Casey about this.]

... I left that information in Casey's mask for all of you.

You're so inherently territorial, you absolutely would beat someone's ass if they looked at Casey or I, slightly wrong. [He has to acknowledge the truths here.]

Oh. [He blinks a little.] Did Casey give him permission to look?

I am not that bad. [He is totally that bad, and that might shift to some of the younger folks from their world as time goes on.]

From how he talked about it? I don't think so. [As in he does not know for sure.]

Alright, imagine, teen you comes strolling up to me or Casey, muttering insults. What would you do? [He knows you, brother.]

Have you asked Casey?

Ask what you did to him, in your case. [Bluntly, not even answering for Casey. because Casey is perfect boy, no one would insult him not even his younger self.]

No, you're the first one I'm talking to about this.

Hurtful, first of all, Casey banned him from talking to me. [What a world they live in.] Second of all, I've been so well behaved. I didn't even tell my younger self to see deez nuts like he tried to do to me.

Okay, I'm gonna suggest before we start getting too territorial, we check in with Casey. Since those plans are something you made for us specifically.

... I'm surprised that he's listening to Casey. [Because he wouldn't have!] And you should have, younger you is... Hard to get.

[He remembers his conversation with the younger Leo, it seemed like everything he said was the wrong thing at the time.]

It wasn't really... Made with you in mind, more like. Left with the belief you would use them if needed?

The teens have some kind of truce going on? I did not ask many questions, since I wasn't about to fuck that up. [He shrugs, taking another spoonful of ice cream.] We aren't those kids anymore, not like we can get into that mindset ever again.

Still. If it bothers you, Casey might be able to clear the air a little. Especially since they were with him.

... shit, I might have ruined it then. [He didn't know about the truce though! And he didn't actually hit Donnie, ninpo shields are a bitch.] I don't think we were ever like them, they aren't living through a war like we did at that age.

I'm not bothered. [He was, at the time though.] I don't want to mess up whatever he has going with the younger me either.

If there hasn't been any fighting amongst the kids, it should be fine...? [He's not sure how much Casey would tell them about that, but, who knows. Everything is still new and up in the air.] We'll consider it a good thing. They don't have to live through what we did. Krang was a short lived bad memory for them.

We'll tread lightly then. Be polite as we can be whenever Casey pulls us into family events. [He fiddles with his spoon, trying for another spoonful of ice cream andddd dumping it into his lap. Leonardo sighs irritably, glaring at the ice cream on his pants.] Of course.

[Just making a noncommittal sound at all of that, like yeah Casey could tell them if something was up with the younger turtles. Or not. But also yeah, thank god that lot...] I yelled at him about that too, that he's lucky to have that peace.

[Leo wanted the deets, he's getting the deets of how badly everything went down. As to being polite and such, he can do that and... Now he's trying to not laugh at Leo's pants misfortune.]

Probably didn't help. Who knows what they're dealing with here. [Leo manages, just setting his spoon back in the bowl. He pushes back from his seat.]

Fine, fine, back to my roots. No pants.

[He clumsily just takes his pants off in public, nudity be damned. He folds the pants lazily, just draping them along the back of his seat. He forgets Donnie likely is not aware of his tattoos. Leonardo doesn't even dwell on that being a possibility, he's just going to aggressively eat ice cream.]

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