Thirty-Fifth Theory [Voice]

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[Donatello has been 98.7% certain that this rather bizarre experiment has passed him by, as he remained snug and warm in House 55, in accordance with the semi-natural hibernal habits of mutated terrapins. As he reflects on the past few days, though, he notices that the frequency with which his brothers have been informing him that he is spouting excessive quantities of facts and data is statistically unprecedented. He decides to test a theory.]

Someone ask me a question.

((Don's effect is that he's even more of a super-brain than usual. Please test the mun's research abilities.))

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((Cross-fandom question love. <3))

I like sushi. I've been meaning to make it for months.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I love that too.

Damn, now I have a craving for it.

[i_speak_softly]

You and me both...

How have you been, Guy?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I've been all right, but why don't I make some sushi for us? You can come over to my house and join me for lunch.

[i_speak_softly]

[He looks around his depressingly deserted house. It should feel almost normal; after all, Leo is here now. But April and Derek aren't, and he feels their absence almost as keenly as he still misses the other two members of his own family.]

That sounds good. Where do you live?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

House 5! Need directions?

[i_speak_softly]

[Guy. Could you live any further away from this poor turtle.]

That's northwest of the square, isn't it?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

It is.

I can come meet you somewhere if it's too far.

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No, I'm coming. Give me half an hour.

[He'll spend ten minutes girding himself against the winter weather, then book it to the north end of the village. In half an hour he'll be ringing your doorbell, almost unrecognizable for all the layers.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[The first thing Guy thinks when he opens the door is that Donatello is a lot smaller than he'd expected, about a foot shorter than he.

He steps aside with a smile to welcome the turtle into his house.]

C'mon in. Do you like tea, or coffee? Or hot cocoa?

[i_speak_softly]

[He's been growing as fast as he can okay.]

Coffee, please, if you have decaf.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I can find some! This way.

[Guy leads Don into the kitchen; looks like he was almost done with the sushi! It's probably not nearly as good as Master Splinter makes it though (minus the fur of course).]

Well! It's nice to finally meet you in person.

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[No meal is complete without fur.]

Likewise.

[He'll take a seat at the table, shed some of his many layers, and look around the kitchen.]

You live with someone? [This is no longer the panic-inducing proposition it was a year ago, but merely a question.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[is he naked beneath those coats, does guy have a nudist in this house]

Yup, I do! People from my home, really close friends.

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[You're naked under your clothes too, human. 8|]

Do you cook for them often?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Even moreso than Don is.]

Yup, I do most of the cooking. I like it!

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I'm looking forward to eating your sushi, then.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Ah ha, don't get your hopes up too high. I kind of learned how to make this in the great outdoors.

[No Guy is a Superhero Househusband. This is canon.

HERE HAVE SOME SUSHI!]</small.

[i_speak_softly]

[A sideways smile.] Where do you think I learned to make it?

[Don will eat that sushi and give every indication that it is delicious.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Haha! Then you can appreciate the scores of failures it took to get to where it is today.

[He sits down across from Don with some tea, coffee brewing up at the counter. He loves that coffeepot btw.]

How's school treating you? Or...are you still out? [Guy remembers Raine suggesting they suspend classes.]

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[How did you get a working coffeepot, you sneaky person.]

I remember.

I've - been on an extended break.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[He STOLE IT. And has a second one to PLAY WITH. ♥ ]

A personal one? Everything all right?

[i_speak_softly]

[FROM WHERE.]

I just needed some time off. [He doesn't really want to talk about it.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. Anything I can do to help?

[i_speak_softly]

... No. [Please can there be subject change.] So what do you do? Since you're not in school?