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[notapancake]

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.]

[grabaslice]

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.]

[notapancake]

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?

[grabaslice]

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?

[notapancake]

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?

[grabaslice]

I'm plenty adaptable, doesn't change the need for New York.

[Yes, he can still argue whilst he suffers.] Yes, it does. A cold ice pick.

[notapancake]

Hm.

[He snorts.] From what I remember, yeah that's how it felt. Maybe take a break and warm up?

[grabaslice]

Given how fast this is melting, its now or never.

If the ice cream warms up, I'm making you drink the ice cream soup. [A threat. True cruelty from bother.]

[notapancake]

You can't make me drink anything. [He sees your threat and will make a veiled threat of his own right back.]

[grabaslice]

Don't tempt fate, ice cream boy. [He is still eating the ice cream, fool.]

[notapancake]

You'd make a poor, sick and weakened fellow like me suffer? [Hand to forehead in the most dramatic fashion.]

[grabaslice]

Yes, suffer. [He says in the flattest tone possible. A perfect mimicry of Donnie's usual tone. He then lifts the ice cream bowl up and slurps it loudly, maintaining eye contact.]

[notapancake]

[... And he's starting to stand up, as if he's going to leave.]

1/2 - instant karma for donnie tho

[grabaslice]

[Donnie getting up does make Leo laugh- mid slurp. Wherein he pays the immediate price. Ice cream, all over himself.]

2/2

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo reels backwards, grimacing at the feeling and just... splashing it more on himself in the process.

He stares down at himself, not even mad. Just resigned.]

Okay- fine, I earned that.

[notapancake]

...

...

[No words, he just cracks and starts laughing at Leo's misfortune.]

[grabaslice]

Yeah, yeah... [He's just going to take the laughing as he moves to get up and take stock of the mess. He's pantsless and covered in ice cream. What a day.]

I'm gonna try for a napkin or twenty, enjoy the disaster.

[notapancake]

[Hee hee hee, sorry it's... Going to be a moment before he can gather himself.]

I... I can go get them, so you don't ah. Get the mess everywhere?

[grabaslice]

If you could. I'm pretty sure the parlor would spray me down with a hose if I tried to go inside like this. [He's not gonna argue any help on this front.]

[notapancake]

... now that's tempting to see happen.

[But he's heading towards the parlor to go get the napkins as quickly as he can.]

[grabaslice]

Maybe next time I make a fool of myself in public! [He calls out, willing to admit he's been a bit of an ass in his own way. Even then, he still works on trying to clean up the mess. What napkins they had originally is being used to pat the table clean.]

[notapancake]

[Just a wave back as he goes, which uh... might be more harrowing than expected, but he returns a little frazzled with many napkins in hand.

Which he will hand over wordlessly to Leo.]

[grabaslice]

[Yeah, he can see how frazzled Donnie is pretty immediately.

Leonardo is not surprised. He accepts the napkins, motioning for his twin to settle.] Thanks, Dee. Sit down, I'll take care of it.

[He goes quiet, not about to force a conversation.]

[notapancake]

[Sit he shall! But even if Leo doesn't make conversation, Donnie will.]

Ugh, I thought I was past being bad with strangers...

[Because yes, it's totally his autism and not the whole "lived in a warzone and has PTSD" thing.]

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo does look up at that, eyeridges pinching together.] You've literally escaped a war, dumdum, it's a little more than bad with strangers.