Thirty-Third and a half Theory [Action/Illusion]

[i_speak_softly]

[Today Donatello is lying on the couch in House 55, staring into space. He's sick and he knows for a fact that he's hallucinating, so he will not be at all disturbed by anything that might present itself to his vision. It's only a product of his feverish brain, after all...]

((Go on and barge into his house, fourth-wallers. Replies may not be entirely coherent, but they will at least be agreeable.))

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[i_speak_softly]

No. Don't wait up.

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Well I'm waitin' anyways. [He folds his arms and resists the urge to hover.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Fine, then you can stand there while Don shuffles slowly along, looking solely at the doorway that is his goal.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Take your time, Don-boy. He's got all day.]

[i_speak_softly]

[There, see, he made it without any help at all. Now go turn on the lamp.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yep, he's doing that right now, still keeping a watchful eye to make sure Don doesn't need any help lying down.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Down, he is good at. He lowers himself to his knees on the mattress, before finally looking up to see if Raph is going to join him.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he's coming. He makes a graceful dive onto the mattress next to Donnie, lying on his stomach and pillowing his head in his arms.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don slides his hands forward and stretches out, mirroring Raph's pose. A little sigh of pleasure escapes him, at the thought of how good this is going to feel.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph closes his eyes and lets out a breath of his own, relaxing under the radiating heat. When he speaks again, it's nothing but a sleepy murmur.]

Better?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don opens his wings, letting them lay along his shell and arms, to absorb surrogate sunlight with the rest of him.]

Mm.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's crippled wing can barely move anymore, so he doesn't try anything as fancy. He's happy to have the warmth on his shell and skin and just drowse for a while.]

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[Thoughts float aimlessly through Don's mind, and he loses track of time again. But after a while -] Hey Raph?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[You're just gonna get a grunt, Don. His brain is elsewhere.]

where is my lantern icon when i need it

[i_speak_softly]

[He's going to talk to you anyway.] April made lanterns.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Mmn. [He yawns sleepily, but still doesn't open his eyes.] 'Nough lights in the house.

[i_speak_softly]

No, for Derek. Bon lanterns.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. Huh.

[He thinks for a minute.]

Bet there ain't a spirit world here if they're just gonna stuff ya back in your body.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm not sure she understood the whole, um... thing. [ ... ] Significance.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Guess it's the thought that counts.

[i_speak_softly]

Yeah. [He shifts, and a frown creases his brow.] Raph, she wanted to learn Japanese.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

...Why?

[i_speak_softly]

[Sorry, Raph, not going there.] Never mind why. [He rubs his forehead, trying to focus.] Do you ever feel like she's trying a little too hard to get to know us?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Uh...maybe? I dunno. That a bad thing?

[i_speak_softly]

Do you think it is? [Anxious. Needs your opinion on this.]