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[That draws him up short, and he just glares at Casey.]

You can leave, and not come back.

[Casey just... stares back at him, half like he's unable to parse what was said, half because he refuses to.]

I know you're not deaf, Cassandra Jones Junior.

[He'd never hit Casey on purpose, so he'll just be stern instead.

But boy it's tempting to bite.]

You can't- [ -do this, he wants to say, but things tend to not go well when you try to tell Uncle Tello he can't do something, even if that's not literally what Casey means.] You can't stop me. You can't make me not care. Even if you yell, or- you can't.

[He does scramble to his feet, though, and takes a few steps back.]

Try me.

[And he's getting up, and he will most certainly go to try to either scruff Casey by his collar or grab an arm. And very firmly carry/drag his nephew out of the lab.]

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[Casey yelps, protesting, and one hand goes briefly to his side pouch for something before he thinks better of it, apparently. Instead both arms and even his legs try and wrap around his uncle. Escort him out if that's what needs to happen, but oh, he can make this so annoying. He will continue to care kicking and screaming.]

Stop it! Let go!

[He's getting more annoyed at Casey's flailing. He's going to shake the teenager a little as he growls.]

Don't make me hurt you.

[Casey goes still, briefly, but doesn't let go.]

That's where you're at? You'd rather give threats than talk about it?

[Still heading to the exit, which is easier with Casey going still.

His voice is flat, somehow flatter than Casey has probably ever heard. At least from Tello.]

I don't make threats, Jones.

[That's... definitely a new voice. And maybe not one he should be testing, but Casey Jones Junior is the child of first Cassandra, and then Master Leonardo, and both instilled within him a high degree of stubbornness and the pushing of limits and buttons. Raised similarly by the extra village of Mikey, Raph, April, and Donnie himself, all varying levels of Annoyingly Stubborn. So the tone doesn't stop him from responding:]

Do it, then!

[He's not giving up.]

[Oooough, you're making this hard Casey Jones. Donnie truly expected his nephew to give up by now, especially since there's the door to the outside world.

But he sighs, closing his eyes as well? Casey might feel that, ninpo being activated and in his free hand the purple pixelated energy that is Tello's ninpo taking shape.

He wants Casey to get that he's serious? Then fine, he'll be serious, as the ninpo settles into the form of well... gun.

Not an actual one, it looks pretty real but Tello knows how to make something look real and be completely harmless when he needs to. And right now he needs to.]

Fine then. [Voice still that flatness Casey has never heard, his jaw set and well. He will point the gun at Casey, although if Casey pays attention he might notice two fine details. One; Tello doesn't have a finger on the trigger and two, which might be harder to spot; there isn't any firing mechanism on said ninpo gun.

He really meant it when he said he didn't want to hurt Junior.]

[It works enough, for a moment. There are some lines you shouldn't cross, some things that can't be unseen. Having your beloved uncle pull a gun on you is pretty up there in the "that's fucked up" category, and there's no faking the shock and horror that crosses Casey's expression. He means it? He means it. Would he actually-

He notices, though. It takes a few seconds, but he notices. He's not a big gun person but he's been around them plenty, knows how to hold and how to fire. He's seen the schematics for so many weapons, studied how they work and how to fix them alongside his uncle, for those who can't create them out of thin air. His uncle's ninpo has always been so perfect, an accident like that just doesn't happen.

Casey focuses, reaches out with the ninpo connection that now exists between them. Feels the flaws. That gun won't work. And while he's still learning how to control it, and can't create weapons yet, he can use tech that already exists, manipulate and mod it a little, add to it.

Add, say. A firing mechanism.]

Fixed it for you.

[His expression returns to one of defiance. It's a bluff, and Casey called it. Whether or not the gun stays out now is the real test.]

[Honestly? Donnie isn't sure what pisses him off more. The fact that he was giving Casey a way to leave without things reaching this point and he didn't take it, or the fact the teenager felt the need to "fix" the gun.

Either way, he's mad now. And that is most certainly a finger on the trigger now, as he will put the weapon up against Casey's head.]

If this is what you really want, then fine.

[This is basically Casey's last chance here, Donnie isn't too sure what he'll do if Casey pushes him further.]

[Casey doesn't move. He trembles, his hands clench tightly, his jaw sets. There's a slight pressure against the gun on his forehead, as he leans into it, trying to push it backwards without grabbing it outright. There's no denying that this is tearing at his willpower, he's on the brink of tears.

But.

He doesn't move.]

You know what I want.

[His uncle's lying to himself if he thinks for a second that this is anywhere close to what he wants. Is he really prepared to pull that trigger?]

[Uuuuuuugh. Know what, he's going to shove Casey outside, using the gun against the teen's head to do so. And the weapon doesn't vanish, but he does turn to head back inside. Mostly so he can get the tupperware of food Casey brought and proceed to throw that right at Casey as well.]

If you come back, I will shoot you.

[He's also starting to set up something with his ninpo, not just security but barriers. To keep people out, or from sneaking into the lab now.

Now if he's able to keep it up, probably not, but he's making a point here.]

[When he's shoved, Casey sort of drops into the dirt of Exile in a heap, and sits there in quiet shock, unable to believe what's happening right now. The food container snaps open as it impacts the ground and rolls past him, ruined now, so he can't even leave it at the door. He hears the clatter, feels the ninpo security go up, but it's the threat itself that makes him look up to stare at his uncle.

He... really doesn't know what to say, now. He can't believe there was a question of whether or not his uncle would actually do it. And now he's left with the question of if... if he comes back. Would it happen then.

Casey needs to go. He needs- he needs to go. But his knees won't let him rise just yet, so he bows his head and waits until his uncle goes back inside.]

[He almost wants to wait until Casey leaves, to make sure his nephew doesn't try to come back. Because he most certainly doesn't want to actually have to shoot anyone, let alone Casey. But when Casey doesn't move for a while?

Donnie is just going inside and closing the door behind him. It's not until he's further inside, back to the area he was working in, and dismissed the ninpo gun? That he notices that he's shaking, as he takes a deep breath and rubs his face with a hand to collect himself. Part of him is very much aware that there is going to be something for what he just did, but for now?

He's going back to his work.]

[Casey waits a while, in part because of the shock, in part due to the desperate, tragic hope that his uncle will think better of all of this and come back. Not to apologize, probably, but... something. To check on him. Retract the banishment. Try to- collaborate, or take over the existing project, something- anything-

But. Nothing. Nothing.

Trembling, Casey picks up the container, stands on shaky legs, and takes off running out of the wilderness, for home.

The stolen blood sample, pink proof of alien infection running through it, practically burns a hole in his pocket. It's getting worse. His condition, his behaviour, it's all... so much worse.]

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