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Twenty-seventh Theory [Action]

[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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[He shrugs noncommittally.] It served its purpose. You can use it if you want.

What's on it?

What's on it? You mean like games?

Yeah, I dunno. Anything.

It has a decent compiler. I could write you something.

Nah, you don't hafta. I got better things to do than play some game.

[Only not really. Without a TV to eat up most of his day like it did back home, all he's got is training and wandering around. But he already got Don to tape up his shell today. He's not gonna ask anything more.]

Do you have better things to do that don't involve hurting yourself? It's going to be a long few weeks, Raph.

[...busted.]

I told you it ain't that bad. I'll be careful, all right? No sparrin', no pickin' fights.

[In a gently joking tone.] Maybe you could do your homework for a change.

Tch. Yeah, that's a load of fun.

It's not that bad. [Don offers Raph the textbook he abandoned earlier.]

[He pushes the book away without taking it.] I don't want to do it, Don. They don't care if I do or not anyways.

Who doesn't care?

I dunno, anybody. I ain't the only one who blows off the work.

It's disrespectful. [He stands up, moving to put the book away on a shelf.]

[Okay, well, he got him there. He doesn't have a retort that wouldn't make him sound like a moron, so he's just gonna sit here and grump.]

I think some of our classmates are afraid of you.

[He puffs up a little, still keeping his arms crossed. He may be just a little proud of this.] Well ain't that just too bad for them.

Too bad for all of us, if they're too intimidated to join class discussions. Would be nice if I could hear what they had to say.

They're just cowards. Who says it's me makin' them clam up, anyways? Maybe they're always quiet.

Some of them complain to me after class. They ask me what your problem is. [He leans against the bookcase.] I'm tired of apologizing for you, Raph...

[He pushes himself off the bed.] They ask you what my problem is? Excuse me?

If they got a problem, they can come to me. Got it?

Haven't you noticed that no one ever comes to you? I'm the only one who will sit with you at lunch. Which, for the record, is partially because no one will sit with me either.

So what?

[Sigh.] Nothing.

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