Twenty-seventh Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[After spending most of the past few days ensconced in his room, doing mysterious work, Don is out this morning running some errands.

He first stops by House 23, where he leaves a neatly-wrapped package on the doorstep. On top of the package is a folded note, which reads: Winry - I don't forget my promises. Sorry this one took so long to deliver. Take care of yourself. Don. Below this is a diagram which appears to illustrate how to put a saddle and helmet on a legless mouse. And indeed, inside the package are several sets of this rodent-sized equipment.

Don next journeys to Building 7, where he heads up to the fifth floor to knock at the apartment of a certain wizard named Helios.

And after that visit, he will make a detour on his way home to stop by his previous residence, Building 6, where he will call on his former neighbor, one Atsuki Saijo.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Surprised Leo never got into it. He'd eat that stuff with a spoon.

[A small smile passes over his face.]

But I'm just glad Mikey never thought of it. He'd probably go off about givin' himself super powers.

[He glances down at the tape around his plastron, smoothing a hand over it.]

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At home, maybe. Not here. [Don echoes the smile.] Mike never had the patience.

Don't play with it.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[But it's right there, Don. Mikey's not the only one in the family who has trouble sitting still. But Raph opts to fold his arms instead.]

Eh, true. But if he really wanted it, you know he'd find a way. Don't give him enough credit sometimes.

[His expression suddenly shifts, and he juts a finger in Don's direction.]

Don't tell him I said that.

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[Don puts the box down on his desk, his hands still resting on it. Did you really need to add that last part?]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[...Oh.

Raph shifts uncomfortably. That wall is fascinating all of a sudden.]

I mean...if he ever comes back.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don reaches over to his computer, opens the lid, and presses a combination of keys to shut it down. Once the turning-off chimes sound, he closes it again, unplugs it, and stows it in a drawer.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He did something, and he's only got a vague idea what.]

What's your problem now?

[i_speak_softly]

[Something like a glare in Raphael's direction. You're full of odd questions today.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He heaves a sigh and heads for the door.] Whatever. You can tell me when you're done bein' a princess.

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[Don shoves the medical kit back into the closet and slams the door.]

Or, if you're done being an insensitive jerk, you could wait.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He turns around in the doorway, rolling his eyes.]

And here come the dramatics.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don throws up his hands, and moves away, towards the bed.]

You're impossible.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

You're the one givin' me the silent treatment. I was just tryin' to have a conversation.

[i_speak_softly]

It's called thinking, Raph. Some people do it to avoid blurting out stupid comments.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, it's called you're mad at me for talkin' about Leo and Mike, so you're gonna throw a little fit about it. Well sorry.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm not mad at you.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Coulda fooled me.

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I'm glad I could set the record straight, then. [He throws himself down on the bed and opens a textbook.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Well isn't this fun? Raph lets the quiet pass over them for a moment before letting out a breath.]

Look. [He crosses the room, pushing the edge of Don's book down in search of eye contact.] I was pushin' it, all right? I get that. I'm just sick of not bein' able to talk about them without it turnin' into a big thing. You get what I mean?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don stubbornly stares at the pillow when the book dips out of his sightline.] So why can't we?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph doesn't move. Maybe he can get Don's gaze by sheer stubborn will] Because...I don't know.

Maybe 'cause we never talk about them in the first place.

[i_speak_softly]

[He lowers his book the rest of the way, but still doesn't look up.] What is there to say?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He folds his arms.] Nothing, I guess. I just wanna quit feeling like they're more than just back at home. Yeah, they left. Yeah, it's been a long time and I miss 'em like hell, but it ain't - [He cuts himself off, starts again with a sick feeling building in his stomach.] it ain't like they're dead.

[i_speak_softly]

No, they're not, but - [He finally turns his head.] What do you want me to do, Raph? If I don't talk about them, it feels like they're dead. If I say I miss them, it feels like they're dead. If I talk about them like they're in the next room... it's just morbid. What else is there?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

They're not dead, Don. You can miss 'em without them being dead.