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.))

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

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.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

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...

[i_speak_softly]

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

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

But it ain't even real.

[i_speak_softly]

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

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

'Long as she knows that, I guess.

[i_speak_softly]

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

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

If you teach her, we're not gonna be able to talk about stuff in front of her no more.

[i_speak_softly]

I won't teach her that much.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Fine with me.

[His eyes slide shut again. Maybe he'll catch a few Z's]