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[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.

[notapancake]

[Weak dismissive handwave.]

Nah, it's not that.

[Just ignore the fact that being outside alone makes his skin crawl, and open areas make him want to hide? Totally not the PTSD.]

[grabaslice]

Uh-huh. [The sarcasm is thick and blatantly obvious. He focuses on clean up.] If you're feeling overwhelmed we can just go home.

[notapancake]

I'm fine, Leo. [He will deny anything is wrong with him until he breaks.]

[grabaslice]

[He has enough restraint to not just go, 'If you have a meltdown, that's on you.' Though it's tenuous at best.] Alright, alright.

We'll just take a scenic route on the walk. [A quiet route, essentially.]

[notapancake]

... Sounds like a plan. [To the route or to Leo saying alright? Yes, the answer is yes.]

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo manages to not shake his head at Donnie being... Donnie. He finishes up mopping up his ice cream disaster. He grabs his pants just throwing them over his shoulder casually. He flips one pant leg around his neck, now its High Fashion.]

I'm gonna duck into a bathroom to wash my hand. You hold the fort. [He's not about to dunk his prosthetic into sink water.

Thankfully for all involved, Leonardo isn't gone long. He tosses the garbage he accumulated. So his return is heralded by just him and his scarf pants.] Alright, let's go.

[notapancake]

[He gives a jaunty little salute to Leo saying where he is going, as he stays put while Leo tends to his hand.

And aside from looking a little fidgety when Leo returns, everything is good! He even starts to get up before Leo gets too close, just to make everything go smoother.]

Right... and maybe grab you new pants, you look ridiculous.

[grabaslice]

It's called Fashion, Donthan. I'm sorry you've lost touch with it, but, I was born fabulous. [He dramatically flips his scarf... pants as he starts walking. Best catch up.]

[notapancake]

Fabulously annoying, perhaps. [But hey, he will keep up with Leo's pace.]