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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]

[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.]