Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

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[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]

Yeah, but you're temptin' fate, all "It's worse than normal, so it's only gonna get better."

Same thing.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No it's totally different!

All I meant was that Luceti should go back to it's normal, pain in the butt, self!

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Don't even know what's normal anymore. Don't think there is a normal.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Well -

Whatever!

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Either way, think we could all use a break.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

That I can agree to.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little, then quickly stifles it.]

This's the best convo we've had in a while.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

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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]

Yeah. I uh...sometimes I say stupid stuff I don't mean. But I told you I wasn't mad atcha, and I meant it. Still do.

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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.]

[i_speak_softly]

Ugh. Tell me about it.

If it was an experiment, it must have affected other people... [There's a vague invitation there.]

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[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

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

Little salute? ]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Feelin' better?

[Evading like a boss.]

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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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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. I tend to blow things up, too.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you do, but not as bad as me.

I...can't control it. But I'm tryin'. Hell, I'm tryin'.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that. It's better than doing nothing.

[i_speak_softly]

[He considers this.] It still feels like a two-inch peg is trying to fit through a one-inch hole, and I'm not entirely sure what I've been doing for the past sixteen years. But spontaneous cranial combustion is seeming less likely, so... yes. Better.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[That's...a weird response. Maybe he's taking things too far. Maybe he should just shut up and...who knows. He just wants to fix this, make her get where he's coming from, but he just sucks at it so much.]

Heh. Yeah.

I should probably get back to Don.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I guess I'll let you get back to that.

[i_speak_softly]

[The response is a little less than optimistic.]

Kill - me - now.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Right. See ya.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little at that, but it's gone as fast as it came.]

Good to know.

[i_speak_softly]

[Your shoulder seems like a good place for his forehead. He'll mumble to your elbow:] Tell me something we did together.