Twenty-third Theory [Action/Voice/Accidental Video]

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((Backdated to this morning, of course.))

[An earthquake in Luceti? Don doesn't know how likely that is, except that apparently it's possible.]

[Somewhere in the back of his brain, he knows that you're supposed to stand in a doorway when an earthquake hits. But as the first tremors rumble through C6, knocking Don's journal off a shelf so that it falls open on the floor, all he can think is protect Raph.]

[He throws himself over his still-bedridden brother, holding him to the mattress and trusting the springs to cushion both of them from the worst of the shaking.]

[As soon as things are quiet, he'll dash to the other room and grab his bo, in case this earthquake was caused not by movement of fault lines but by big-jawed robots chomping their way through the building.]

[Noticing the open journal, he'll shout into it.] Did anyone else feel that?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He hates you, Don. He hates you so much right now. Between the dizziness and the jostling, it'd taken him every ounce of concentration he had to keep himself from losing his lunch on the way over.

But now that he's safely at the house, he'd never been so grateful to be bedridden. He buries his face in the pillow and measures his breathing, trying to regather his bearings.

Don't worry, Don, he's not going anywhere.]

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[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[You know, for some reason, I didn't get your last response, there. Sorry about that and the messed up posting order]

[Derek will help get Raph settled, watching over him carefully before nodding at Don once it seemed his brother was going to stay put.]

I'll go get more blankets. Need anything to drink?

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[i_speak_softly]

Some water, thanks.

[As soon as Derek leaves the room, Don will slump against the wall, exhausted. And under his breath, but maybe loud enough to hear:] Why do you have to be so impossible.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph hears it, but doesn't say anything. There's really nothing to say. He knows he causes a lot of trouble. He knows how much Don's been doing for him, and if he wasn't so hopped up on pain meds right now, he'd probably apologize or thank him or something. But his brain refuses to work that way. All he knows is that he's damn tired, and wouldn't mind sleeping the rest of the day away.]