Ninth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello is out behind C6 today, practicing his somewhat-rusty bo skills. Partly because that run with Raph was embarrassing, and he needs to start training again. Partly because he's upset about Mike being gone, and hitting things with a big stick is really cathartic.]

[You could try to talk to him, but he's not in the friendliest mood.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Go on. Tell him how crappy his form is. He dares you.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I was gonna ask if you wanted a sparrin' partner, but whatever. You keep playin' with your stick.

[Yes, his hands are still a wreck from yesterday. Like that's gonna stop him any.]

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[i_speak_softly]

Don't want one. Go away.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, fuck you too, Donnie.

[Then he turns on his heels and stalks away, emotion twisting like a hot knife in his chest.

As he leaves, he curses again, burying his battered knuckles in the concrete building wall.

But it's fine. It's fine.

He'll just have to go destroy himself another way.]