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

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[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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[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.]

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[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?

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

Mm.

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[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?

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

where is my lantern icon when i need it

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

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

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No, for Derek. Bon lanterns.

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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.

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

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Guess it's the thought that counts.

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

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...Why?

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[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?

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

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

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Why would it be?

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It just - [- feels like the back door of a science lab, sometimes, the way she's so eager to know everything about them.] Never mind. [He's overreacting.] Maybe I'll teach her after all.

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She know it's...[His eyes slide shut again. Yes, he just fell asleep mid-sentence. Hold on, he'll revive himself soon enough.] it's, uh...

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Yeah. [He's pretty sure he knows where Raph was going with that.] But she's ... you know how she gets.

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But it ain't even real.

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But it's ours. [This is making perfect sense to him right now.]

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'Long as she knows that, I guess.

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[He resettles his head on his arms.] Okay.