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Oh sorry, I expected you to not be a moron in your old age. I'll make sure to lower my expectations of you both. [He spits out the words liker venom.

And goddammit Leo, he needs that.]

And no, I left because neither of you seem to give a shit about me and what I want for myself. Why the hell should I be around people who don't care until it's something they can do to make themselves feel good?!

[He lets the insult flow off his shell, rolling his eyes at best.]

You know, if you opened with 'I want control over this project, because it's my health and I want final say.', you would've had both of us working closely with you and going by your rules.

Or, you could have considered, Casey would freak the fuck out since we're the very last part of his family, and he just got us back. So, finding a cure for you would be a top priority for him.

I don't want to take control away from you to feel better. I want you to live. I want to actually have time with you. So, excuse the fuck out of me for being emotionally charged about doing something.

[He plucks up another vial, shaking it aggressively before lobbing it against another wall.]

[There's so much he could say to everything Leo is saying, but that's going out the window at Leo lobbing another vial of blood at the wall.

Sure, he's not as strong, or as big, as his twin. But he is lunging at Leo now, anger and murderous intent on his face as he does so.]

[Donnie lunging at him is not what Leo expected. He meets Donnie half way, slamming into him with his weight. He wants to bowl Donnie over. It jolts his chest plates, but Leo does not care.]

You gonna try to take on someone your own size?! Instead of holding a gun up to a teenager's head?!

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[Oof, yeah he stumbles at Leo throwing his weight into things. A low hiss coming from him.]

Did he tell you that I wasn't even a proper gun, that he fixed it? Or did he leave that out too?!

You shouldn't have resorted to that in the first place! Why would you bluff like that!? [With the advantage, Leo is trying to shove Donnie into a wall. He's down an arm, but his size means he's got more of an advantage.]

[Better be careful with that shoving into walls, not like Donnie has a battle shell on at the moment.]

Maybe if he'd actually listen to me and left I wouldn't have had to do that!

[And he is going to shove Leo right back, as hard as he can and not even caring about his brother's injury in the moment.]

Edited (html my foe) 2025-10-15 05:17 (UTC)

If you hadn't cut us off entirely, maybe we wouldn't be chasing after you like this! [The shove hurts more than Leo would like as it collides with a weaker part of his chest plates. He ignores it.

He tries to shove Donnie again, intending to angle him away from any glass or debris he left around the room.] Any time we try to reach you, you slam the door in our faces!

[He is easily shoved, mostly because... Well what he injected himself with earlier is starting to kick in, and he ends up jostling the table he was working at. Causing the, thankfully sealed, vials of blood he has on it to fall over.

All while he's starting to feel too hot and dizzy, which makes him hesitate in pushing back, but he does have something to say to everything Leo has said.]

Maybe you need to learn to stop chasing after the impossible, do you even know why Casey's plan isn't feasible?!

Lemme guess, cause you don't want any of the teenagers blood, because 'they're not real' family? [Donnie not shoving him back does make Leo back off slightly.]

I wanted to know more, but you left. So, tell me.

Because it's not their problem! [But yeah, Leo is right about that. But also it isn't the teens problem, if it wasn't for this world none of them, the older turtles, would be a problem for the younger ones.]

It won't work because if even a single cell of the infected blood is left then it'll be pointless. It has a 90% failure rate from my own research, and that was assuming I had the proper resources. [He didn't leave the odds in his saved research, though, since he never believed something like this would even be happening.]

You know as well as I do they'll make it their problem! When have either of us at any age minded our damn business?!

We have the time and ability to make the resources happen, Donnie! You can wish for things with spoons for fucks sake! Even if it doesn't work, it's better than not trying at all!

The Key? [Oh why, why did he say that? He realizes as soon as the words left his mouth that he probably shouldn't have said it.

As to the rest? Honestly he doesn't say it but... He doesn't want to die again, he doesn't want to put his brother and Casey through that again.]

[That draws Leonardo to a stop. Anger stalled by hurt and shock.]

[The anger returns as he slams his hand against the table-top with enough force to splinter wood. Anything on the table-top goes clattering to the side or off the table entirely.]

You have just the perfect knack of saying the wrong fucking thing, Donnie. What the fuck!

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[DON'T BREAK HIS FUCKING TABLES.]

You wanted an example of when we minded our own business, Leo!

That is not even the point of this conversation, and you know it! [His knuckles did not like the impact, but he doesn't even notice. He's focused on his twin.]

Stop running from the actual point! Just- stop running from your family trying to help!

[And he's focused on Leo breaking his shit!!! Even as he's feeling more disoriented and hotter, but that just means that it's (hopefully) working. But he does end up leaning on the table a bit more than he should.]

Help? You're just going to help me die faster with this bullshit!

If you actually let us in, we could help in a way you approve of. [He restrains his frustration to step forward and try to help balance Donnie.]

Maybe doing mad science to yourself in a shed alone isn't the way to go.

[Leo coming closer makes him panic, and he grabs the closest thing which happens to be a vial of blood and throws it at Leo to get him to back off.]

Don't touch me.

[Given the shoving and violence, it shouldn't surprise Leo that Donnie reacts badly to Leo getting closer. The blood vial cracks him across the face hard enough it shatters instantly.

The older turtle reels backwards, swearing. He's lucky enough he closed his eyes, so no glass got into his eyes. It still cuts his face. He's open for another attack at this point.]

Donnie!

[Oh shit, he was more expecting it to hit Leo in the chest not the face. So there is a brief moment of hesitation before he's moving to shove Leo now, in a kind of blind panic at this moment.

He doesn't even say anything now.]

For fuck's sake, Donnie! [The shove does a fair job of helping Leo stumble backwards, colliding with some furniture on the way. Some equipment hits the ground with a loud crash.

Leo manages to regain his footing, the element of surprise gone. Now Leo is just settled back on angry. He charges forward, unsurprisingly there is blood and glass everywhere. He slips, tumbling forward. In his sudden rush of momentum and blood, he catches Donnie in his fall, and slams his chest hard against the edge of the table.]

[The audible crack that follows the hard landing fills the space. Leo doesn't react for a moment. Dazed, angry and now covered in blood. Bits of glass poke out of his skin.

He pushes himself up on his good arm, barring his teeth. Unaware that his chest plate has cracked again. The carefully applied resin having broken just enough that his chest plate droops slightly, exposing the dark cavern inside to some extent.

Leo knows he's hurting, but his focus is still on his idiot brother. The severity of the injury doesn't register.]

Apologize to my fucking son.

[Leo gets him, and he goes down too. But thankfully he only ends up with glass in his skin, nothing cracked or broken. Which is surprising considering his shell is way softer than Leo's.

But that's not important, he hears that crack. He's heard it before and he hates that sound as he's scrambling to get up. Which means he's getting cut up some more, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that Leo's hurt, and he can see it's not something small either.]

Leo stop.

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