Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Derek told him you weren't doing too good, bro. Raph's just not sure what that entails. He hasn't been home in over a week, and he's been too wrapped up in fearing everyone hates him to come back just yet. Still, he's obscenely worried.]

Don?

[i_speak_softly]

Ah-ooooaaahhhh...

[Translation: Is it really necessary for you to be making any kind of noise right now?]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, it's time to cut the crap. Raph's coming home, now.]

Hang tight, bro. I'm comin'.

[i_speak_softly]

[Journal, how do you always manage to be open when you should be closed? Don fumbles weakly for the book, but can't seem to find it.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Within ten minute's time, Raph wanders into the living room, looking cagey and nervous. He'll duck into Don's room before he risks running into anyone else.]

*obligatory 'hey dude, your brother asked for you' post XD

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek's pretty much left Donnie to himself, but after his short talk with Raph (http://derek-bliss.livejournal.com/345714.html?thread=3295090#t3295090) He'll interrupt Don's rest just enough to pass the word on. He'll knock as gently as he can before sticking his head in.]

Raphael asked me to ask you to contact him, all right?

[i_speak_softly]

Wh- who? Anthony...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek keeps his voice low, just above a whisper, and does his best to block the light from the hallway with his body.]

Yeah, it's me...or 'Derek'...which ever way.

Can you guys take ibuprofen, or will that just make you sick?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don buries his face in the pillow. His voice is muffled.]

I - don't know...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

All right. We'll hold off on that, then.

Want a cold cloth for your head?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don...?

[i_speak_softly]

[Have a pained grunt, Winry.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[i_speak_softly]

[It takes him a minute to psych himself up to the effort of answering that.] My... head...

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, should I...?

[justicereigns]

[Quiet voice.]

You all right Don?

[i_speak_softly]

[The response is a little less than optimistic.]

Kill - me - now.

[justicereigns]

While that could be arranged, I think it will probably hurt more than not. And then Raph would want to avenge you.

[ooc: You must get migraines XD this is exactly how I am with them.]

[i_speak_softly]

[... Why are there so many words. He got "hurt more" and "Raph".]

[The reply is simple and straightforward:] Nnnnnnnngg.

((I've heard rumors of your migraine problems...))

[justicereigns]

Hn. Want a drink?

[[Yes :3 they're epic >> or something. But I has meds \o/]]

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[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

[ And after Derek tells him to come home fff

Believe it or not, Casey somehow has enough tact not to barge in and start talking when he gets back to the house, Don. He will stick his head in to make sure you're still breathing, though, before ducking back out. ]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's sitting there in the dark, staring at the floor while Don sleeps. When the door opens, he lifts his head and stares at Casey. Blankly. Saying nothing.]

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[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, that's something else to cross off of his list. >__>

Little salute? ]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph...nods once in acknowledgment. He's not really ready to talk to you right now.]

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[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

[ gawd Raph, you're such a wimp. Well, nothing to it but to wait like a hawk. B| Like. A. Hawk.

Out Casey goes, like a manly man. ]