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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.

[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?

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.]

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

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

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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

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

[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.]

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

[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.

[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.

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.]

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

So you agree, fabulous. [He's maybe angling to keep Donnie distracted by being annoying. Is it working?]

More annoying than fabulous. [It might be working.]

Are you jealous, Donald? Do I detect a hint, a sconch, a inkling of- envy? [He will be annoying on purpose.]

Jealous of what? The pantsless wonder?

I'm just going back to our roots. Classic Hamato No Pants. [He offers back as he leads Donnie away from the ice cream parlor. Leonardo knows a few quiet spots at least.]

[He just snorts at that, as he follows his twin along the way. He's trusting Leo, as he knows more of this place than he does.]

[A snort is still amusement! He's winning!] The world can suffer in no pants for just a bit longer-

[The two of them are passing by a few stalls selling various things. Leo slows as he finds one selling pants. He's just grabbing the first pair of pants he finds in his size to wear. Blue, polkadotted pants. He pays in spoons before slinging that over his shoulder as well.]

See, problem solved?

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