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[grabaslice]

Knowing our luck, Dee, you'd ding someone who could fly up to investigate and would be inclined to start something. [Leonardo shifts enough to get comfortable. He reaches out to grab a slice for himself after Donnie has one.]

[notapancake]

[He gives a sort of half-snort half-chuff, since he's got pizza in his mouth which makes it hard to say anything. He just looks amused at Leo now.]

[grabaslice]

I'm just saying, if you're gonna start something aim for someone who can't fly. [He wiggles his pizza slice vaguely, before moving to bring it up to his mouth to take a bite.] Look for someone with horns, probably.

[notapancake]

Knowing our luck? Someone with horns can fly, Nardo.

[But he does lean a little forward, dangerously so.]

[grabaslice]

Means you shouldn't take the gamble, unless you really wanna make us go on the run with this pizza.

[notapancake]

I could just blame you and keep the pizza. [He'd do it, don't tempt him.]

[grabaslice]

Cruel, cruel and unusual threats, Donathan. [He lobs back casually.] I even got you extra cheese.

[notapancake]

Yes, and? [Extra cheese cannot spare you from shenanigans, Leo.]

[grabaslice]

Your cruelty knows no bounds, clearly. [He's just going to work on his own slice of pizza, unable to stop himself from smiling. It feels a lot better now that they've at least found some peace.]

I should've grabbed some bread sticks or something, but, we'll see how we fare with the pizza we've got.

[notapancake]

If you're still hungry after this, we could always go for more.

[be it breadsticks or more pizza, he's good for either really. As he finishes off his first slice before going for a second.]

Or something else. [He says between bites.]

[grabaslice]

The sky is the limit here, there are more than enough choices we could eat anything and anywhere. [Leonardo occasionally gets overwhelmed with that.]

Maybe I should've gotten pepperoni, been a long time since I've eaten meat. [He's been veggie life style for a while and kind of forgotten he had meat as an option.]

[notapancake]

... yeah. [Oh Donnie knows about getting overwhelmed, he who has been living off what little he knows how to cook and grilled cheeses since Leo left.]

If it's been a while it probably wouldn't be good on your stomach hopping straight into something greasy like pepperoni.

[grabaslice]

Spiritually I cave the grease, physically, will I be too weak? [He presses the back of his palm against his forehead, leaning into the melodrama to maybe get a smile out of Donnie.]

[notapancake]

[He knows that tone of voice and melodrama, he's giving his twin a flat look and an even flatter;]

Yes.

[grabaslice]

[The flat look earns a grin from Leo, followed by a brief laugh. This... This is normal. Better than they have been in a while.] Can't believe it, my own twin doubting me so thoroughly.

[notapancake]

It's not doubt, it's knowing the limits of your body.

[Still flat, but he's not being serious of course.]

[grabaslice]

My spirit always wants more, my body, for its weaknesses will learn to cope. [He bats back, happy to just banter.]

[notapancake]

Cope or vomit, my money's on vomit. [Yes, he is being gross. He's allowed this kind of gross.]

[grabaslice]

[He laughs a little at that.] Ye of little faith. Cruel.

[He's still just enjoying the pizza, regardless of the gross vomit topic.] Honestly, these pizza's are pretty solid here. No New York levels, but, nothing can beat New York.

[notapancake]

[He just lets out a soft chuff at Leo's words, at least the first ones. Instead focusing on finishing his own slice.]

Yeah... Although can you really say that when it's been forever since we had real New York pizza?

[grabaslice]

It's called New York pride, Dee. We gotta hold onto something from there. [It feels silly to even say that, but... New York was their home for so long. They fought to protect what was left of it. Can't get New York out of a turtle it seems.]

Even if its a distant memory of pizzas long past.

[notapancake]

[He lets out a soft "heh" at Leo's words, moving to get another slice of pizza.]

Well, we can always just focus on pizzas of the future instead?