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Eighteenth Theory [Incidental Voice]

[Don tends to leave his journal open while he's working. Residents who listen to the daily chatter have probably gotten used to his incomprehensible muttering, rhetorical questions, and strange mechanical noises. Today, though, they hear something quite different:]

What is it, Raph? [Shuffling noise. Indrawn breath.] So that's what they look like. [Loud crash.] Is it really necessary to destroy my lab? [Horrible rending noise.] It doesn't matter. I can build those again. You're mine, now. [A brief scuffle. A heavy thump.]

[Silence.]

((Hiatus. At least until the 15th, maybe longer. Leaving the country, no internet, tl;dr I'll be having fun while Don suffers. I'll make it up to him when I get back.))

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[Raph hears his name spoken from the other room and doesn't lift his eyes from the book he's been reading.] 'M in here.

[But the loud crash jolts him back to reality, and he stands to sprint to his brother's room.]

Everything okay - [He cuts himself off as terror injects into his bloodstream. The place is in ruins; his brother is gone.] N-no...[He steps forward into the room. Alone.] Don!? NO!

[Rage overtakes shock and he begins screaming blindly at the ceiling.]

You afraid of me, you Malnosso bastards!? You wanna mess with us!?

[He lowers his voice, snarling darkly.] Take me. I'm all yours.

[All he can do is sit and wait in the wreckage of his brothers' room, breathing hard through grit teeth, blind and deaf to the rest of the world.]

DON! [ You guys didn't need the apartment to have a front door today, did you? Because Casey Jones is going to do as he does and decimate it getting in.

And he's too late. Seems like he's been nothing but too late from the get-go, here. There's just Raph- damn, it's just Raph now- and the ruined remains of equipment.

It takes him levels of patience he was never aware of having to save his furniture breaking for a time outside of Don's room. But once he steps out? Well, he's never had a problem throwing the guys' couch around before, has he. He almost thinks to try to talk to Raph- almost, because the guy's gotta be a wreck, but that thought is soon lost to the tide of utter rage. How does this keep happening? ]

[The sound of Casey breaking the door down barely penetrates the haze that's fallen over him. He feels like he's drunk - his head is fuzzy and his eyes won't focus. He can't even muster up the energy to be angry anymore. It's taking everything he's got to stay composed.]

[ ...guy runs out of things to throw around, eventually. And when that happens, he doesn't have much choice but to calm down a little. He makes his way to the room door- really doesn't want to go there yet, it pisses him off, but he will. Still has a friend in there. Walking up and trying for a hand on your shoulder. ]

Raph.

C'mon, man.

[ We can clean this up later. ]

[Raph blinks up at Casey, brought closer to reality by the pressure on his shoulder.]

The hell am I supposed to do?

[His voice is level and his expression is stony, but his eyes are glassy with unshed angry tears.]

I was sittin'...[He gestures to just outside the open door.] right there.

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[ He holds off a bitter sigh. ]

Not your fault those bastards don't know how to stick around for a fair fight. [ More than a little bite in the tone as he says that, but he takes a breath and lets it slide for now. The barracks won't know what hit them later. ]

Do me a favor, stay over at my place. We can come back later.

[He stands slowly, scowling at the floor.]

They damn well better never try to mess with me. I'll teach 'm a lesson they'll never forget.

[This is him silently accepting your offer. He can't wait to get the hell out of here.]

And then some. [ Starts moving, expecting you to follow, obviously. Great time to be not-here, for sure. ]

[ ...damn. Makes a careful note to be on the lookout for you. ]

The hell? Donatello? You all right?

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Eighteenth Theory [Incidental Voice]

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[Voice/Action] ...your apartment is so done for now.

[Action] /clings to Casey forever

[Action] /clings when not destroying everything

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[Voice] / not expecting a tag back, just there because Smoker WOULD ask