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[notapancake]

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[grabaslice]

Us trying to help you isn't a 'worthless endeavor', you fucking idiot. [He will throw hands again-]

You can't handle everything by yourself.

[notapancake]

If you weren't needing to stay still right now I'd slap you. [Even though he doesn't feel like fighting right now.]

I can certainly find a solution that isn't the nuclear option, Leo.

[grabaslice]

Go ahead and slap me, might as well! [He will be a pain in the ass.]

Your option so far has been telling us to go away while you wither away in a lab. How is that not the nuclear option. [He gives a frustrated sigh, starting to push himself to stand. Ready to smack Donnie if he takes a swing with a improvised weapon.]

I'm just asking you to actually let us help! Even if it's keeping us in the damn loop!

[notapancake]

Oh my god.

[Proof of how annoyed he is, he didn't use the family ohmigosh. And if Leo is trying to get up? So will he.]

I'm not withering away, for one. And if anything changes I'll tell you, now stop fucking moving.

[grabaslice]

Yeah, not yet, but you sure know how bad it gets later. [Moving sucks, 0/10. Leonardo is trying to not mess up the resin as he tries to just stay standing on his feet.]

I'm trying to leave, so I don't mess up your lab any worse.

[notapancake]

The resin isn't set, so you're not going anywhere! [And he is stumbling to get Leo to sit his ass back down, anything else?

Forgotten to make sure his stupid, stupid brother doesn't split his chest open.]

[grabaslice]

Oh my god- [Both of them are at a fun level of annoyed.]

I can go lay down on the ground or something out of your way. [He'll likely try swatting Donnie away, but he is easy enough to push back into the seat.]

[notapancake]

No, you're going to sit your ass do-- [Woop, Donnie is more wobbly than he thought, so he has to brace himself on the table.]

Just. Sit. Please. [He's actually pleading with that please.]

For once won't any of you listen to me?

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo opens his mouth and closes it. He settles back in his seat. He listens and does not move from where he's planted his ass.]

I feel like I could ask you the same damn question, Donnie.

[notapancake]

I listen, but it would help if you weren't saying nonsense!

[He brings his other hand up to his forehead, he's so hot it's ridiculous, that now he's shivering on top of everything else.]

[grabaslice]

You think everything I've ever said was nonsense. [He argues back, but swallows up any other commentary.]

If I sit down, you sit down.

[They are at a stalemate.]

[notapancake]

If I really thought that? I would've left when you became leader of the resistance. [Just said so matter of factly, as well. When that happened Donnie really didn't have much of an investment outside of his brothers.

As to sitting? Not happening, he shall just lean harder on the table!]

[grabaslice]

You literally don't like anyone besides us. I'm your dumdum. [He bats back, aware their family is more than a little clingy.]

If you fall over, I won't be able to get you back up that easy.

[notapancake]

[An annoyed huff at all of that.]

I'm fine, I have the table. You're worse off than me anyway.

[grabaslice]

It's not a competition, Donnie! Sit your ass down for ten seconds!

[notapancake]

I did already, and of course it's not. But I'm not the one with a fucking hole in his chest!

[grabaslice]

I'll have you know, I'm airing out the goods. My organs need a bit of fresh air! [The sarcasm is a real one in chat tonight. He almost makes it sound convincing.]

[notapancake]

[Says nothing, instead pushing himself off the table and leaving to go get something. He's not gone for too long, and he managed to not fall over, but returns with a blanket. Same one from when Casey was over, and proceeds to throw it at Leo's face.]

Yeah, no. You're resting.

[grabaslice]

[The older turtle releases a frustrated sound at Donnie leaving. He wants to rub at his face, but he is sure covered in blood. He has to keep his one good hand away from his face. No further contamination.

A new irritated sound escapes him when Donnie hits him square in the face with a blanket. He pulls it down to scowl at his twin.]

I can't rest any harder!

[notapancake]

I didn't say rest harder, you dingus. Just rest.

[As he flops his ass back on the ground and glares at Leo.]

[grabaslice]

[The urge to toss the blanket is an immense one. Leonardo opens his mouth, then closes it. Just tucking the blanket over himself in a very huffy manner.]

[notapancake]

[be huffy all you like, Leo. Donnie's not going to relax until he knows you're settled and such.]

[grabaslice]

[There is a lot of huffing, puffing and grumbling, but Leonardo does eventually relax where he's seated. A silence settles over the two of them a Leo actually lets himself relax under the blanket.]

I miss you.

[notapancake]

... Well you shouldn't.

[Said so matter of factly.]

[grabaslice]

Why? Why shouldn't I miss my only brother? [He challenges that easily enough.]