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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[thepurpleone]

[Donnie manages not to protest when Leo grabs his wrist, tolerating his brother's inspection while he holds his breath. He gasps a weak laugh at that, a weird facsimile of a smile tugging at his mouth.]

Yeah, I know, right? Funny thing, that's sort of what Princer told me. A magical turtle cyborg, haha...

Kind of a bummer but at least the black's not bad, I guess. And it came in handy when I had to fish you out of that gross water.

[He lets his fingers revert to something less elongated and pointy. How does Soundwave even do anything with those, he has no idea.]

No. The Gauntlets- Solus said they amplify the will and power of its wearer, but that power comes at a cost.

[ceruleon]

Black's always classy, dude.

[Between Donnie's purple gloves, elbow pads, and his tech bracer covering them, they almost looked like they were just longer gloves. Not that that was what Donnie wanted to hear right now, probably.]

That cost being your actual arms? That seems like kind of a bum deal for you. Can you just not use them?

[thepurpleone]

[It's basically how he'd been treating them before, and with his brothers all sporting more uniformed arm wraps, he didn't feel so completely out of place unless he thought too hard about it.]

Well... No~t exactly..? [He sighs.] The arms are just a start. Given what Princer told me, it might keep spreading. Solus said I'd pay for it with my organic flesh.

So. Not so yay..?

[At least he's not freaking out about it, he's mostly moved past that stage, but then when the person who delivers the news to you is someone like Princer, you're pretty much on your own in weathering that sort of thing.

He looks at his hands again. Leo's solution is really the simplest, not to use them. Donnie figures that so long as he isn't trying to do something like heal his severely injured friend's body then it won't demand so much from him. But that's not exactly the easiest thing to establish a baseline with for limitations.

The silence is telling; Donnie'd use them again without hesitation if it seemed like there was no other option and Leo probably knows it.]

[ceruleon]

[The silence stretches on as Leo too thinks about what had driven Donnie to use them last time. He'd have done the same thing if he was in Donnie's place, no question. He was the least person to be saying anything about not doing reckless stuff to save people.

Eventually he lets out a huge sigh, almost a huff.]

Well if I gotta report on everywhere I go, you better not be thinking you can keep it to yourself if it gets worse. And...try not to use it, if you can.

[thepurpleone]

I wasn't trying to keep it from you, I just...

[He shakes his head. They've been down this road. But he's finally gotten it out, and he feels a little better about it.

His sigh's more of a tired one, but he's glad that's one less weight off his shoulders, if only by a bit.]

Pretty sure you'd be able to tell if it got worse, but yeah. I'll let you guys know.

[To the last, he nods. At least he can tell that Leo understands enough to not be forcing him to make impossible promises.]

[ceruleon]

Ok, yeah, you got me there.

[Kind of hard to miss if the gauntlets kept growing (or Donnie changed up his look to hide them). That was kind of the whole morale of this particular series of poor decisions wasn't it? That they all had to look out for each other? Leo still wasn't entirely sure if he was in the clear, but at least Donnie wasn't giving him the silent treatment any more.]

Also you really should eat the burrito. Maybe warm it up first, though.

[thepurpleone]

[That gets a tiny bit of a smile at least. Donnie wasn't going to put the entire blame on any one of them when he knows it's been a collective issue. But maybe now they can be better about it.

He blinks, looking at the burrito that he'd up until then completely forgotten about.]

Oh right.

[He reaches over to pick up the limp thing. Cold burritos really are the worst. However, the microwave's all the way up in the recharge-slab-turned-rec room so Donnie vetoes that idea.

If he can make stuff out of his mystic-tech, why not for regular use? He knows perfectly well how a microwave works, and it doesn't take him long to bring one into being, right there on the worktable. He opens the translucent door, plops the burrito in and closes it again, hits a button.]