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Thirty-Sixth Theory [Voice]

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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[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.]

[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!

[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.]

[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!

[You don't outweigh him by that much, and you don't scare him at all.]

Get out of my way.

No. What's up with you?

[Fine then. He'll shove the cans as far as possible into the doorway, blocking you in, then walk away again.]

Don! I don't want your crap in here! Get it outta here before I chuck it out in the snow!

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I don't care what you do with it! [- he says, as he reappears with a stack of books and throws them over the cans to land where they will on Raph's floor.]

[Raph does not like this violation of personal space. He snatches a book off the floor and chucks it at Don, not caring where it hits him.]

What the hell is your problem!?

[Don turns and catches the book one-handed. Even for a ninja it's kind of a freaky move. He stays like that for a slow count of three, glaring at Raph, then simply opens his fingers and lets the book hit the floor again.]

I'm the problem.

That's not answering my question, Donnie.

[He turns away again.] Ducati girl is gone.

[He lets his hands fall to his sides.] What, really?

[He nods shortly and paces back to his room. He'll return in a minute.]

[Raph follows him anyways, voice much softer than before.]

You all right?

[It's not often Don blows up like that.]

[Don rummages in his desk, then comes back to the door and places his computer in Raph's hands, being much more gentle with it than he was with his other equipment.]

Take care of this for me.

[Raph holds cradles it gently, looking bewildered.]

I'm not takin' your stuff.

[Somehow he's gone from barely-contained rage to what looks like the verge of tears.] Raph, please?

C'mere. [He tucks the laptop under one arm and puts his other arm around his brother, trying to guide him across the hall and into his room. He wants to talk without any risk of Leo barging in.]

[Being told what to do is exactly what Don needs right now. He'll sit wherever you put him and wait for the questions.]

[Raph will push him toward the bed and sit heavily beside him, arm still around his shoulders. He sets the laptop down on the pillow and searches Don's eyes.]

Talk to me. What's goin' on?

I can't do this anymore, Raph. I can't even try. I'm done.

Can't do what, building stuff?

[He nods.] All of it. Don't let me touch any of that. [He gestures over his shoulder to the mess on the floor.]

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