i_speak_softly | Thirty-Third Theory [Action/Written]

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Thirty-Third Theory [Action/Written]

[Donatello woke up this morning so relieved to be back in his own body that all he could do was cry into his pillow for five minutes. By the end of this catharsis, part of him felt that he really should look in on his housemates to see what state they were in today, but another part just really didn't want to know how much misery he was still in for. These two parts debated for a while, and concluded that they would do the responsible thing, but only after they had had (a) coffee, and (b) some time away from the house.]

[That decided, Donatello hauled himself out of bed, bundled up, and headed to the coffee shop to spend a few hours staring into space and downing as much caffeine as he could stand.]

[Some time around his third cup, he opens his journal and begins to write.]

Usually I'm in favor of having as much information as possible, but sometimes it really is better not to know. Things will never be the same again.

If only I could forget.

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[He shrugs.] Haven't heard any decent music in almost a year. But I think I got a song I sorta half-remember.

[He situates his fingers on the strings, brow knotted in concentration, and plays about three chords of some nonspecific song. Still doesn't sound quite right to him.]

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[Nope, he doesn't recognize it. But then again, he and Raph have never really liked the same kinds of music.]

[He hits an off note and sighs.]

I think we should try makin' that dinner again. You know, before anything else happens.

Oh... If you want to.

Yeah, I do.

[He sighs, leaning his head against the wall behind him and closes his eyes, still holding the guitar. Maybe he is a little wrecked, just wrecked in a different way.]

I wanna do somethin' that makes me feel like me again. And it ain't like I can go out bustin' heads, or hit up Casey's place, or take a ride on the bike. Hell, I'd kill a guy for some decent TV channels. Feel like I'm goin' crazy.

[He nods.] I don't know about you, but a good workout followed by a long bath would make me feel a whole lot better right now. [He begins to shrug the blanket off.] Care to join me?

[He opens his eyes and watches Don climb out of bed. Honestly, all he really wants to do is sit there under his blanket and complain, but he does need to work out sometime today. No better time than the present.

The guitar gets propped up against the wall by the bed, and Raph leaves the comfort of the blanket with a groan for good measure.]

Yeah, I'm comin'.

[Don heads for the workout room, only detouring to his own room to retrieve his bo. Once there, he begins a very slow series of exercises, feeling his way back into his own skin.]

[Raph grabs his sai off the nightstand and tucks them in his belt. By the time Don's started his exercises, he's started with a few stretches, gritting his teeth at the pull of sore muscles. All this switching bodies business can't be good for him. It'll take him a while to loosen up before he starts working on his kata.]

Next weekend, maybe?

[He grunts as he stretches forward enough to stretch the muscles under his shell. That old rib injury comes to haunt him in the winter months when the cold and general laziness take hold of him.] Fine with me.

[He stands, twisting side to side, testing them. Seems okay. He's just generally achy today.]

Though ya know a lot can happen in a week. Place could catch fire or start rainin' knives or whatever. We ain't never get a break.

[Reach this far, and retract. His arms are shorter than they were yesterday, but at least he can hold the bo without dropping it.]

Do you think we can be affected by experiments in the winter? When we're barely conscious, I mean?

Can if we're turned human. Felt pretty juiced up yesterday. Now my brains might as well be mud.

[He slides into a front stance, expression turning placid, bows to the front of the room and starts his kata, pulling the sai from his belt.]

[Don will hold his next thought until Raph finishes that kata.]

It's strange... I know I haven't basked in two weeks, but it feels like less than that. I wonder if it's a hold-over from having been human.

[He tucks the sai back into his belt.]

I know I put April under the light thinkin' it was you.

[He smirks a little to himself. There's something funny about that.]

... You what.

I don't know! She was talkin' nonsense, I was human, and I thought she was you. You know you don't make sense when you ain't feelin' well.

That's wonderful, Raphael. We may as well make her a Turtle full-time now.

So she took a little nap under the light. It ain't that big a deal.

[Then decides to repeat the kata with twice the speed, still looking quite amused at the concept.]

I was hoping to still have at least one secret from her. [- he says as soon as Raph has finished again.]

It's not that big a deal, Donnie. We gotta deal with all the weird things humans do. Who cares if she knows?

[Okay, you're not getting it. Don really doesn't want to spell out what else April now knows, so he just turns to the corner and continues his exercises.]

[He moves to his punching bag, since kata's not exactly the best for conversation. He's bored of them anyway.]

Why do you care so much, anyway?

[He sighs heavily.] I just don't want her to think of us that way.

[Oh, that makes him frown. If he had it in him, he'd probably be pissed off too, but most of that energy's being directed at the punching bag. ]

What way? Like we're turtles? Last time I checked that was kinda obvious.

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