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let's go out somewhere a while. Air you out before you start getting all dust ball scented.

If anyone of us is going to smell like dust balls it's you, but fine. Where do you want to drag me?

Unlike some turtles I know, I air myself out.

We could get ice cream, or just sit outside for a bit? Wouldn't hurt to see the rain come down for a bit.

I air myself out just fine!

... ice cream might be nice, it kind of kills two birds with one stone.

Suuurrre.

I know a spot for ice cream. Meet me by the front door and we'll head out.

Whatever!

I'll see you there, don't take too long old man.

[Although it's probably him who takes too long, he's still kind of recovering after all. But he'll get down there, eventually.]

[Leonardo takes his sweet time, yet... still beats his twin to the front door. He fiddles with his relic as he waits by the apartment's front door.

He'll look up at his twins approach.] Who's the old man here again?

[Look, look. He had to actually decide on if he wanted to wear his shitty ass hoodie or not. He's still going to be wearing those sweats that have seen better days, but he's going shirtless this time just because of Leo's stupid airing out comment.

And he is shooting his twin a dirty look at the comment.]

I'd say the one who's two years older, Nardo.

Still beat you here. [If he didn't give Donnie a hard time, who would?? It's necessary. Leonardo at least is wearing nicer pants he picked up at some point, alongside his usual scarf.

He holds open the door for his twin to let him out first.]

Knowing my luck, you're gonna enjoy ice cream out the gate. When I tried it, the sugar gave me a hell of a headache.

You've also been here longer than me, you're used to everything. [Don't give him a hard time, he's still looking like shit.

But yeah he will head out the door as Leo holds it open.]

I don't know, it's been... Who knows how long since I ate processed sugars?

'Used to everything' is a strong phrase that doesn't quite fit. [He bats back as he walks with his twin out of the apartment. The walk down the hall towards the elevator is a easy one.]

A decade? More? I can tell you, ice cream tastes bad when you're not used to it anymore.

Well compared to me... [He trails off, trying to stay calm at the prospect of going outside. He's with Leo, which means he should be fine. He can keep it together.]

... Let me guess, you got some crazy flavor as well.

You'll hopefully get used to stuff in your own time. Maybe with less freak outs than I had. [He's comfortable with his twin enough to admit that much.]

Nope. [He pops the 'p' on the word for emphasis.] I got vanilla. Could not stand how it tasted.

[lol, lmao. Donnie might be awhile before Donnie breaks down, but he will totally have a freak out or two.]

Huh, surprising. Maybe you should have tried for something simpler. [What, what flavor is more basic than vanilla???]

What is simpler than vanilla, Donthan? [He slows as they hit the end of the hall. Casually reaching out to tap the elevator button to take them down.] I tried sprinkles and it sure added to the texture issues going on with ice cream.

Sorbet, my dear twin. [Ah yes, waiting for the elevator now. And he makes a face at Leo saying he added sprinkles.]

... that sounds like literal hell.

If you spot a sorbet place, we'll go there instead. [He bats back idly, glancing over at Donnie.] I kept close to the apartment block when I found that place.

Even the sprinkles are sweet. I didn't even remember they were sweet.

If we don't find one, I'll figure out how to make it myself. [So serious, here. Don't think anyone told him that Mikey is here.]

Leo, they're made out of sugar. Pure sugar.

Say that any louder, and you'll summon Mikey. [He jokes idly back.]

Yeah, but when you used to eat that all the time and come back to it, it's still a surprise, smart ass.

[The elevator dings. Leo steps forward into the elevator itself.]

That would be nice, actually. [He wouldn't say no to having Mikey around.]

Except it's been decades since we ate like that. It's like... a Vegan deciding to start eating meat again. It'll take time to readjust.

[And following him into the elevator.]

You think you can handle Mikey levels of energy right now? [Both of them are a bit slower these days. A mixture of trauma, exhaustion and recovery.]

Yeah, yeah, but- everything is taking time. I'd like to just... feel in control of something, Dee. [Once Donnie is in the elevator, Leonardo reaches out to press the button to take them down to the lobby of the apartment complex.]

It'd be a change of pace, so maybe? [He could not, especially if Mikey felt the need to do what he needed to get some meat back on Donnie's bones.]

... I get it, I do Leo. [Mostly because of how things felt towards the end for him, but he's not saying that.] Just... Sigh, I don't know.

[He tries for a tease as he elevator door closes. It begins moving downwards.] Dangerous, you know, I could just text Mikey to tell him you're an aspiring chef...

[He slumps back against the wall of the elevator wall behind him.] I don't know either, Dee. It's just... a day-to-day process.

Oh no, no, no. I don't think I could deal with that.

[And hey, going to join Leo in leaning against the wall.] So, like back home. Only less war.

Don't tempt me.

[He sighs a little at that.] All the freedom in the world, and... what can we even do with that?

After 4th wall

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