Thirty-Third Theory [Action/Written]

[i_speak_softly]

[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

Comments

[justicereigns]

You want to forget something?

[i_speak_softly]

Hey, Smoker. Did you ever get that song out of your head?

[justicereigns]

Yeah. No more uncontrollable singing and dancing either.

Which is good because otherwise I might have to start killing things. [Is that a joke, or isn't it? Hm....]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh?] Do you know if anyone else is still being affected by the experiment?

[captain_in_you]

[Oh, that sounds a little too familiar...]

Forgetting things is always too hard. Better to just remember and move on.

[i_speak_softly]

Remembering has a way of holding you in place...

[Written] Super late later than late failtastic me

[after_march]

Happy to be home are we? Bodies, I mean.

[Written]

[i_speak_softly]

[It's good to see the familiar writing - much more legible than his own attempts to write with April's hands.]

Yes, but next time I would hire a different house-sitter.

[Written]

[after_march]

What is THAT supposed to mean????????????????????????!!!!!!!

[Written]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don waits patiently while a long string of punctuation marks appears after April's words. When she seems to be done emphasizing her question, he writes back:]

Only that you're much better at taking care of turtles from the outside.

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[When Donnie gets back home, he can follow the sounds of a softly strumming guitar to his brother's room, interrupted with the odd off-note and a string of quiet curses.

Beyond the slightly ajar door, Raph's sitting on his bed wrapped in his electric blanket with a guitar on his lap, a look of concentration on his face.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don't mind your brother, Raph. He'll just quietly let himself into your room and attach himself to your shell. He's not getting in the way of your playing, is he?]

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Nah, he doesn't mind. He even takes a break from playing to scoot over and offer him a spot under the blanket. It's really nice and warm under there.]

C'mere, egghead.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Wait one second while he sheds his many coats. Then he will gratefully climb into that warm spot.]