Thirty-Sixth Theory [Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Girl with the Ducati that my brother won't shut up about... I didn't get your name, but I finished your bicycle.

[He's looking for talktomyguns, not realizing she was sent home earlier in the week. Someone please ruin his day.]

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[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yes, he is in his room, like two feet away, and talking to you on the journals instead of walking said two feet to talk. Yep, still avoiding Leo. Or trying to, as much as two brothers who live in the same house and do everything together can be avoided.

He also has his awful music playing in the background, punctuated every now and then with an odd 'thunk' sound.]

Tell her I'll deliver it. I need to get out and do something before I go crazy.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[After several hours with no response, Don comes to the only logical conclusion: he's cursed. Clearly the sane reaction to this is to barge into Raph's room, noisily drop his multiple tool sets on the floor in the corner, and stalk out again.]

[Watch out, Raph. Your normally calm brother is in one of his rare foul moods.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[What the hell...]

Don! [He scrambles off the bed and shouts after his brother from the doorway, loud enough to carry over the music.] What'd you do that for? I don't want your crud!

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Too bad; you're getting his crud anyway. In fact, you'd better move aside, because he is dragging his hundred-pound garbage cans full of random techno-crap straight towards you, and he looks like he's not going to stop for anything.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, well you got a two hundred pound brother in the way. Raph plants both hands on the doorframe and gives Don the good 'ole stare down.]

That's not going in here!

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Oh? Raph has a girl he won't shut up about?

[i_speak_softly]

I don't think he's interested in the girl. He's just jealous of her bike.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Really? Raph's a motorcycle guy?

...I'd kinda like to see a giant turtle on a motorcycle.

[i_speak_softly]

Has he really not told you about his motorcycle?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Guess it never really came up.

/threadjack B|

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Don, Isamu? Raph's gonna kill you both.]

The bike, you moron. I don't even know the girl's name.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should get to know her if you have so much in common.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

And exactly how much do you think we got in common? [He's a giant talking turtle, Isamu. In case you've forgotten.] One thing. She had a bike, she liked it. And she didn't even know how many cylinders it had! Come on. How could you have a Ducati and not know anything about it!?

[Yeah this is what Don meant when he said Raph "Won't shut up."]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

So maybe you should discuss bikes with her. Teach her a few things.

[Action]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Unlike Raph at the moment, Leo's not a hermit. So it's not long before he's looking in the backroom.]

So let me get this straight--Raph's never met this girl..but he's jealous of her bike?

[For once he actually sounds amused over this.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don looks up from his conversation with Isamu, and quirks a smile.]

Perceptive as always.

[Action]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Listening helps too, cough. He'll lean on the door frame for a moment.]

Not that unusual...though being it's a girl he's never met...mind explaining it a little more?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Well, he sort of met her. The three of us talked over the journals.

[Action]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

Oh I see. So talked bikes over the journals but never met face to face. [He'll nod] That makes sense. [He eyes the bicycle for a moment]

[doubleppk]

Somone's got a bike here?

What's it run on?

[i_speak_softly]

Feet.

[doubleppk]

Oh. Boring.

One of those. For a moment I forgot people still even made those.

ooc: Why do I play two characters who love motorcycles? orz

[justicereigns]

Motorcycle?

/they're your type

[i_speak_softly]

No, bicycle. [He said bicycle, Smoker. Don't get carried away.]

XD apparently

[justicereigns]

Oh.

Right.

Hn. Good job then.