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[notapancake]

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[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.]

[notapancake]

Because, you had two years to do that. [He responds just as easily.]

[grabaslice]

[Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, given the withering look Leo has on his face. Frustrated tears spring to the surface.]

Am I supposed to just stop missing you suddenly? Decide I have no brothers at all? I lost Mikey too, and you're asking me to not miss you?

[notapancake]

You have more important things, and people, to worry about.

[He doesn't seem bothered by Leo's withering look, or his words. Just answering as if it's nothing.]

[grabaslice]

You're my brother, my twin. You'll always have a place in my heart. [He says firmly back.] You can't get rid of me, dumdum.

[notapancake]

Hm. Just rest, okay? [And that's all he has to say on the matter.]

[grabaslice]

[A few of the frustrated tears fall.] You're such a dumdum.

[notapancake]

[Not saying anything, just going to lay his ass down on the floor now.]

[grabaslice]

[The lack of a response isn't a surprise. Leonardo sighs, a weary sound as he tries to just gather enough energy to feel less terrible. He still needs to walk his ass home.]