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Thirty-Seventh Theory [Voice/Action for Housemates]

((Backdated to this morning.))

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Helios, I need to talk to you. About your barrier.

[After this conversation, Don will attempt to occupy himself around the house. He swore off his tools and computer earlier in the week, and hasn't quite figured out yet how to fill his time without them. While he putters, he'll wonder whether anyone will remember that it's his birthday. Probably not. It's an arbitrary date, anyway - unlike six days from now, which will mark his one-year anniversary in Luceti.]

[The thoughts put him in a melancholy mood. Or maybe that's because it's been snowing for three days straight; or maybe it's because yesterday's events have taken a toll on his energy. Whatever the reason, it is a quiet and reflective Donatello that his housemates will find if they come looking for him.]

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Two things that I should have told you a long time ago.

Okay...

[Have an odd look. Way to catch him off guard twice in one afternoon.]

[Don looks at his feet for a moment, scuffs them against the floor, then opens his palm to reveal a jar whose label proclaims it to be 'Vitashell (for healthy shells and shell hinges)'.]

This is what the statue gave me for Christmas. I didn't want you to find it.

[Raph looks at the container, back at Don's face. Back to the container again, then back to Don's face one last time before cracking a grin he just can't help. It's too damn funny. He can't keep himself from busting out laughing.]

Shell wax? This's what you were all bent outta shape about? [Yeah, he's totally laughing at you.]

[Don will take Raph's undisguised amusement as a sign that yes, he's been acting stupid. He still doesn't really want the stuff.]

If you're so unbothered by it, it's yours.

[And he flips the tin towards Raph's chest. Catch it, or it will probably make a splattery mess on the floor.]

Edited 2011-02-08 00:54 (UTC)

[Raph does catch it, still chuckling and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes while he inspects the tin again.]

Oh, that's just classic.

[Yes, it's very funny. Don is about to turn and leave, but then he remembers there was a second thing he meant to say. So instead he'll wait for you to stop laughing and be ready to hear it.]

[Raph just shakes his head. That's just bad, man. But at least he's done laughing for now.]

So what's big secret number two, huh? Good, bad, or worse than this crap?

Worse.

[And now we're back to being serious.] All right...

[He'll be direct.] I quit school.

Thought that was sorta obvious.

Not temporarily.

[He finally opens the door a little wider.]

So what, like forever?

For the foreseeable future.

I thought you liked school.

I did.

Then why're you quittin'?

Because I was barely going anyway.

So? People miss it all the time. Stuff happens. Everybody knows that.

Maybe other people can function like that. But it doesn't work for me.

Whaddya mean it don't work? You're smarter than any of those clowns. Bet you could out-geek 'em with your eyes closed.

Raph, that's not the point. I'm not trying to beat anyone. I just want to learn, and the fact is I'm missing too many lessons to make any progress. It's a waste of everyone's time for me to be there.

[He throws up his hands.]

Whatever. Do what you want. I don't care.

[This time he really will turn away from the door. It'd be a stupid thing to fight over.]

[Okay. Don said what he came over here to say. Raph can do what he wants with the information.]

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