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[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.]

[grabaslice]

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

[notapancake]

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

[grabaslice]

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

[notapancake]

Jealous of what? The pantsless wonder?

[grabaslice]

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.]

[notapancake]

[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.]

[grabaslice]

[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?

[notapancake]

[...

Really?]

If that's what you want to own forever, then sure.

[grabaslice]

Don't doubt my ability to make these bomb, Dee. [He struts off, expecting Donnie to follow. Once they're away from the stall itself, he begins operation Pant.

Good news, he is in fact putting on the pants. It takes an awkward hop or two, but he manages it.

To his credit, the pants do look better on.]

[notapancake]

[He's not going to say anything about the pants, because dammit. They do look a little less ridiculous when on.

Just going to shake his head.]

[grabaslice]

Don't worry, Dee. We'll find you some swag pants later. [Leo as always is bastard, but he's at least distracting his brother very well.]

[notapancake]

Casey already beat you to it. [All the clothes he got from Junior are the best clothes. As to Leo being distracting, it helps.]

[grabaslice]

You act like you can't have multiple swag pants. [He waggles his sweat pants leg at his twin teasingly. The scarf that is also pants.] This is your chance to do some hot boy shit.

[notapancake]

I'd rather not be a hot boy, considering I'm nowhere near boy aged, Leo.

[Flat and serious.]

[grabaslice]

You're being pedantic and you know it. [He does shockingly know what that word means now.]

[notapancake]

Yes, and? [He enjoys that, being pedantic.]

[grabaslice]

I'm just saying, since you know what I mean and you're digging your heels in. [He waves a hand absently.]

[notapancake]

I'm not digging in my heels. You'd know if I was digging in my heels. [They've known each other HOW long after all?]

[grabaslice]

This is the start of it- also your rampant jealousy over my swag style is noted.

[notapancake]

... You need to have swag for it to effect your style.

[grabaslice]

I know you're jealous, but, man, what a bad look on your part. [He shakes his head slowly, trying to not smile. Kind of failing at it.]