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Hm. [He doesn't want to talk about it anymore, especially with Leo bringing up getting Mikey's things... That. Ough.]

What, and build a shrine like the one in that cave to you?

[Ah, whoops. Yeah, he's seen it.]

[Mention of the shrine makes him visibly uncomfortable.] I was thinking more like, we keep the cloak in the apartment.

I can't stomach anymore shrines.

I'm not really one for them either.

[Yeah he's picking up on Leo being uncomfortable, so not going to push the subject.]

Think we've done enough mourning in our life times. [He tries to just smooth past it.]

Sides, we're apparently supposed to find our potentials here. Got any inkling of yours yet?

[Just going to mmhmm at the mourning comment, also maybe have some of that ice cream before it melts.]

Yeah. It's to piss off teenagers.

[That makes Leo laugh.

He digs in his spoon to the ice cream, raising it in a mock toast.] Here's to our potential, my dear twin. Our potential to piss off fourteen year olds. Cause so far, all I've done is just that too.

[Mock toast is a go! Getting a smirk out of him.]

At least you haven't tried to punch yourself.

Give it time, I'm sure I'll want to swing on myself at some point. [He can joke about it at least. He has no intention of actually going after any of the teens.]

Hm, I doubt it. If your interactions with yourself were anything like my interaction with him.

[Which was just awkward and sad, in his opinion.]

So far, we've talked just in text. Gonna keep it that way. Considering how things went with little you.

... What did he do.

[Give him more reasons to beef with a toddler, Leo.]

No throwing hands at him. [He has to get that disclaimer out there.]

I was trying to be civil and end a conversation because of the truce I mentioned earlier. He kept being bitchy about my general presence. His response was something like 'you constantly rolling over is nasty'.

I just left. Cause it's pointless to argue with a teenager.

I make no promises. [Because it'll all depend on what Donnie did, after all.

Which as he listens to what his younger self said to Leo, narrowing of eyes is happening.]

He is going to have to learn to compromise, I mean I did.

[AKA bitch if he has to mask for everyone else's sake so does his younger self.]

You know you don't have to anymore, right? [He's gonna broach this part reaaaaal carefully.] You can let go a little.

Not like you're gonna ever hit those high peaks of being a hormone riddled teen again at least.

I'm fine. [Said way to quickly in response to Leo saying he can let go.

He doesn't know how to anymore.]

That's true, thank Pizza Supreme in the sky for that small mercy at least.

Suuuure. [He's just gonna eat another spoonful of ice cream.] Don't gotta be as in control anymore, Dee. I'm learning that too.

[He won't push too hard.] If we aren't dead from sugar rush, we can probably wander around after this. Look at some of the food stalls and figure out our next big adventure.

You say that, but knowing our luck something will happen to make you eateth thy words.

[Yes, he said it.]

Hm, well I think if I have more of this? I will be sick. [As he puts his spoon down for now. Sorry Leo the ice cream is all yours.]

Oh trust me, I'm well acquainted with humble pie made of my words. [He answers with a snort, amused at least. He does pull the small container of ice cream over. He's going to eat it, even if it kills him. Leo can't just let food go to waste.]

Guess it's all mine now. Perfect accompaniment with my humble pie. [he's still corny as fuck.] Even if we don't eat anymore, we can get you used to the lay of the land maybe.

[Donnie just hehs at that, and yeah he doesn't want to waste food but he also doesn't want to horf all over Leo from too much.]

Ala mode then. [Yeah eating more is not sounding appealing to him right now.] Lay of the land sounds nice, and better than going about it alone.

This isn't New York, but, it's pretty good so far. [He muses, wiggling his spoon back at Donnie before he properly digs into the ice cream. He is trying to get this finished! Brain freeze here he comes.]

Their bodegas are shit though. After the awe finished for me, I realized, there isn't a single slurpee. It's a crime. [Why are all New Yorkers like this.]

I don't think anything can compare to New York. [RIP Leo's stomach and head.]

... Well that's disappointing, and good to know. What about the baconeggandcheeses? [Said in typical New Yorker style, all one word.]

We'll never find a place that can compare. [He's already feeling that brain freeze creep in.]

Tolerable, utterly tolerable, but not greasy enough. [The reviews are in, he's a New Yorker. The old accent is coming back, oh no.]

Maybe that's a good thing. [Could the universe handle more than one New York.]

Blasphemy. Do we have to make everything ourselves around here?

Psh, Pshh- we need New York, or something close to it. How else am I supposed to survive? [He huffs and he puffs, but is mostly hot air.]

Apparently. Real tragedy we're dealing with. [He says whilst trying to finish a bowl of ice cream by himself. Ow, ow, OW, his brain.] Eeeughhh, this is what brain freeze feels like?

By being adaptable, my good twin. [Yeah he knows Leo is being full of it, but he's only going to sort of call it out.]

... I don't know, does it feel like an ice pick in your skull?

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