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.]

Comments

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yes. Now that everything is how it should be.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No. It ain't.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

How so?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

...Never mind.

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

Fine.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, long and suffering.]

I'm freakin' tired of this crud. I'm tired, okay? I know you're tryin' to help, but gimme a break.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Of what?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Of everything. Do I seriously gotta spell it out for you?

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

So you're sick of me being concerned when things go wrong for you guys? What do you want me to do?

Just ignore it when you're in trouble?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No. No, that ain't it. I'm sick of all this crap happenin' to us all the damn time.

And you and me...

[He hesitates.]

Hold on a second. I gotta change journals.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Now on his journal, Raph moves across the hall and into his own bedroom for a second. This shit is private, yo.]

Sorry.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

For what?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

For screwin' everything up.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

That's very specific, Raph. Thanks. Does everything mean everything, or are we talking more recently?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

This's what I mean! I'm tryin' to talk to ya but you just get all put off about it.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I just wish you would be more clear with me.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I'm tryin' the best I can.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Well sometimes you can be a little confusing, so forgive me if I get frustrated.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, maybe I'm confused too.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

So what is it, Raph? Do you want me to leave you guys alone? Would that be easier for you?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I...[He falls silent.]

I just wanna quit feelin' like I ruined everything.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Maybe we could try to be friends again? For real this time?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I thought that's what we were doin'.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I know, but it's been difficult with all the stuff that's been going on.