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Pretty sure Casey would disown us if we went back to rat eating. [He jokes idly, nudging Donnie. He can kind of guess what Donnie is feeling, so he's just talking to distract.] How about tofu for the chicken soup dupe?

He'd disown me, and probably lecture you. [The nudging helps too, a distraction is a distraction. All of it helps.]

I mean, tofu could work? It's just as gross as rat.

[He snorts at that.] If we want to be disowned, I just need to try and feed that kid a salad.

Tofu isn't that bad, Dee. It's tolerable. I mean, it'd be a dupe soup, so we can't have it be too good, y'know?

[He slows as they approach the ice cream parlor.] We splitting a bowl here, or you gonna try a whole cone on your own?

... A salad, really? [That actually surprises Donnie, pretty sure they weren't at the eating leaves stage before he died.]

It's gross and the texture is just wrong, Nardo. [Look he can slide back into old habits he wasn't allowed to have because, y'know, end of the world.

But yeah that's an ice cream parlor.] It'd... Probably be a waste getting a whole cone for myself?

Casey is not a salad kid. He'll eat everything else though. [He can't say too much given so much of their diet at that age was pizza.] C'mon, it's just tofu, Donald. Could be worse. Could be actual rat.

We'll splitsies on a bowl then. You wanna go with vanilla, or should we be daring and do chocolate swirled in vanilla?

[He just hms at that, because yeah. Can't really talk about eating healthily as teens. But making a face at Leo saying it's just tofu.] Honestly I might just eat rat instead.

Ah... I'd prefer vanilla, but if you want to be daring with a swirl I won't say no? [He can always eat around the chocolate swirl!]

Vanilla it is. Plain, no sprinkles, smoothest soft serve possible? [He is thinking about those Textures, since hell, he had a struggle with ice cream texture himself.]

[A brief silence on his end at Leo's suggestion before he nods.] Yes, please.

Can do. [He kind of assumed this was the way, but still good to confirm.] You wanna grab a table or come in with me?

[Which is less hellish, donthan]

[Ah yes, well... He isn't sure about that? He doesn't want to leave Leo alone, what if he needs Donnie? But also, he looks at the parlor and considers how busy it looks.]

Ah, will you be fine if I grab a table, then?

Yeah, I'll be good. There should be some quieter tables near the edge here. [He motions at the array of outside tables for reference, figuring giving Donnie a little guidance wouldn't hurt.]

[Guidance is good as his eyes have shifted to gray, showing his nervousness beyond his body language. As he nods at Leo's advice as he heads towards the quieter tables.]

Also. Erm. I want to talk to you about something, that happened?

[He says before he goes to sit. Kinda going to have to admit to what happened with Donatello.]

Oh, sure. We'll talk. [Leo agrees easily enough, not that he can ask about what, as Donnie goes to claim a table.

All Leo can do is shake his head slightly, turning to the ice cream parlor. It doesn't take Leo terribly long before he comes back with a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. Two spoons buried into it.

He sets the bowl down in front of his twin before he sits down cross from Donnie.]

Alright, spill.

[Lalala drumming his fingers on the table while he waits for Leo, which yes isn't too long.

He looks at the ice cream in front of him and considers how to even say it... And well, fuck it.]

I tried to beat up the younger me a bit ago.

[And now he will grab a spoon and have some ice cream.]

[Well, he definitely spilled.]

....Did you throw hands at a sixteen year old? Seriously? Why?

[Oh, that is going to get him to ignore how weird and too sweet the ice cream is, as he points at Leo with this spoon.]

I'm pretty sure he's older than sixteen, Leo.

[And just not answering that why question.]

That isn't the point, Dee. [He sighs openly back, moving to dig his own spoon into the ice cream. He eats his first spoonful, trying to get used to the flavor.]

Why? What happened? [He's going to repeat himself and point at his twin with his own spoon in response.]

[UGGGH, he doesn't want to talk about the details. Because thinking back on it, his reaction was dumb and emotional and dumb.]

... Was I always a little piece of shit when I was that age, I don't remember being that bad?

[So just avoiding it!]

I hate to inform you, my dearest brother- all teenagers are kind of just little assholes. [He says plainly back.] Pretty sure that is why Raph had worry lines at 18 deeper than the grand canyon.

Ah yes, the Raph chasms. [Is he pointedly moving the topic away from how he threw hands with his younger self? yes, yes he is.]

It also explains why you look even shittier at your age in comparison.

You're really trying to deflect from the whole I threw hands with a teenager thing. [He says dryly back.]

You gonna explain, or just keep the topic spinning away from it?

I am doing no such thing?

[He is totally doing that thing, as he has some more ice cream and... Makes a face.]

Why is it so sweet, it shouldn't be this sweet?

Yeah, its just sweeter with each flavor. [He can acknowledge that before focusing on the actual topic.] You're doing that now, Mr. Topic Mover. I told you to spill.

Unless you want your beef with a teenager to come back later and bite us in the ass because you made your teenage self your own arch nemesis.

I'm pretty sure I was that before I even showed up. [He says with a sigh, of course only going off how he was at the age Donatello is.]

He's read my research. [As if that explains everything.]

These teens don't like us, but we don't need to make it worse. [He's trying for Casey's benefit.]

Was he not supposed to? I'm lacking context here.

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