lucetilogs | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who:

i_speak_softly and

gaijin_ninja (with

honorthecode and

after_march possibly joining later)
What: It wasn't (entirely) Don's fault. Raph doesn't care.
When: Relatively early this morning.
Where: House 55.
Summary: Raph does not approve of Don's behavior during the experiment. He will inform Don of this as soon as he finds him. Ah, there he is.
Rating: ... I'm guessing fairly high.

Don hasn't been home in two days, and it would be too much to hope that this has escaped Raphael's notice. Oh, how the tables have turned. It was always Raph, never Don, who suffered Splinter's wrath for coming home late. But a lot has changed in a year.

He doesn't even bother trying to sneak in a back way. It would only serve to marginally delay his fate. So he goes in the front door, head down, dreading the gauntlet he knows is waiting for him.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The emotion is creeping back into his voice. He's been really worried about this, Don! Raph saw how crazy everyone was acting. Who the hell knows what he could've done.

"I don't know! You were gone for two days and everybody was all drugged up on that crazy love fruit. We got no idea what the heck's goin' on with you!"

Now would be a great time for Leo to come back home. He really doesn't want to do this alone.

Edited 2011-02-22 01:37 (UTC)

"I didn't do anything! I just slept over with him, it got so late..." As soon as he says it, he realizes he's said too much. But once again it's too late and he can't go back.

Raph physically recoils. His carapace knocking into one of the kitchen chairs and it scrapes across the floor a few inches.

"Him? Seriously? Eugh. Nooooo way."

"What? It doesn't bother you when I visit Leatherhead. We were up late talking and he invited me to stay over, that's all!"

Not entirely, but backpedaling seems like the way to go right now. Later he might consider being more honest. Maybe.

"Considerin' the experiment, I'm guessin' there's more to it."

He folds his arms, mentally cringing and trying to push away any and all kinds of mental images.

"I don't wanna know."

"No there isn't." Want to or not, Raphael, know you shall. Don picks up the book Robert gave him and lets it thump back onto the table. "We drank coffee and had illuminating conversations and enjoyed each other's company. That. Is. All."

"Okay, okay. I was just sayin'." That does make him feel better, though. He pulls out a chair and sits down, wrapping his hands around his coffee mug. "I was sittin' here for two days with Leo thinkin' up worse case scenarios. Cut a guy a break."

He's quiet for a while, watching the steam curl up from the other, untouched mug.

"What was happening to people this time?"

Ah, coffee. The stuff Raph makes could probably peel paint off walls, and he only drinks it black. "I dunno. Everybody was runnin' around like they were on E or somethin'. Winry tried to kiss me and Isamu was tryin' to convince me to let him ride my shell. Moron."

He pauses to drink from his mug, sighing.

"Somethin' about that tree made everybody all gaga for one another or somethin'. You know, Valentine's. So the Mallies gotta make this whole twisted shindig. Makes me want to puke."

"And what is everyone saying today?"

"I dunno. I'm stayin' off the journals. Haven't heard back from April yet, though."

"She isn't home?"

"No. Leo told me she was off marryin' some guy in spandex."

And have you been worrying yourself sick over HER? Don wants to ask, but it's probably not the time.

"What about you and Leo? Not affected?"

He grunts, drinks from his coffee again. He did worry about her, and he wanted nothing better than to punch that guy in the face. But there was too much happening at once, and sometimes wayward brothers just matter more than anything else.

"Guess not."

Around then, the front door swings open and in comes Leo. He'll check around a minute before finding them in the kitchen.

"Don! Where have you been?"

Edited 2011-02-22 03:17 (UTC)

He pinches the ridge between his eyes.

"With a friend, nothing happened, I'm fine. Sit down, Leo."

Would've been nice if you showed up five minutes ago, Fearless. But eh, whatever. Raph'll just sit here and drink his coffee.

"Why didn't you call in and let us know where you were?" Leo will sit down as well. He was relieved to see his brother.

"I lost my journal! What is the big deal?"

Leo sighs. "We didn't know where you were. Also we had no contact from you. Just that Raph saw you near that willow tree."

Put that way, Leo's side of things sounds completely reasonable. Don deflates.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

Raph snorts into his coffee. "Yeah, for two days."

He knows he's not one to talk, but at least it's old hat for him. Whenever he doesn't show up, everyone just shrugs and knows he'll come back eventually. But there's something about Don being the same flavor of irresponsible that felt more like the dawn of the Apocalypse. Don just doesn't do that.

But then again, you really can't blame the guy for getting carried away by an event. It happens to the best of them. He's more disappointed that Don just couldn't resist like he and Leo seemed to be able to.

"The important thing is you're safe." He looks at Raph for a moment, then back to Don. "Any idea where your journal could be?"

It's not like he hasn't misplaced whole days before. It's just that usually he does it at home, where anyone can poke their head in his door and see that he's still alive, if on a completely different planet.

"It's probably in my room. I just forgot to take it with me."