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, I gathered. Will he be all right?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I...hope so. Think it's just a migraine.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

The last week was a lot to take in. Maybe it's a side effect?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

And what about you?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Just fine?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

That's what I said, ain't it?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess it is.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Right.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Will you keep me updated on how Don is?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He makes to close the books, but hesitates.]

You're...fine too, right?

[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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