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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]

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.]