[Hm. He can at least smile at the honesty, he appreciates it instead of Leo tiptoeing around it. But he fidgets with the water bottle now, his own energy not really having an outlet since he stopped letting it out on the punching bag.]
I mean, things were already weird before, right? Just a little weirder now. I'll try not to make it intentionally weird.
[Honesty? Vulnerability? Who are these two? Mostly, Leo wants to actively just get to the point of things. Both of them have been antagonizing each intentionally and unintentionally at times.]
Yeah, I guess thats true. [He taps at the faded bruise idly, likely adding to the remaining coloration more than anything.] Weird becomes weirder. I- guess I can try to take it easier on you. [Mildly less sass? Maybe. Only time will tell.] Might mean I get less talks from Doctor Delicate Touch too, which is a bonus.
[He watches his younger self and... Okay no, he has to.]
Wow. You mean that was you trying? I'm not so impressed now. [He chuckles to himself mostly, taking a sip of water.] That aside though... yeah. I'll take it easier too.
[The eye roll is expected. Leo should have known that was coming. Talking to what is essentially himself but ancient means he gets it.
Still doesn't like it though.]
Yeah, okay, okay- fair. The urge to make it harder on you is, so strong though. [Prank war is an itch under his skin.] But, I already know that wouldn't fly right now.
[Later tho....]
I guess we're calling this a truce. A weird weird truce. [Leo would prefer to not try, but he's stuck now.]
[Fiddling with that bottle now. Putting the cap on would just be awkward right now, not without his other arm and he won't have that until Donnie's finished scanning and making schematics out of his busted one. "Future technology I have to reverse engineer" he'd said. ugghhhhhh it's taking so long though.
So instead, he taps one foot on the floor. The only real sign of his anxiety right now. He's gotten good at hiding it.]
Oh, yeah-? [The truce is now in questionable standing with that sentiment. Leo looks decidedly unimpressed.] How exactly, old man? Cause I'm pretty sure I can still smoke you in every category.
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I mean, things were already weird before, right? Just a little weirder now. I'll try not to make it intentionally weird.
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Yeah, I guess thats true. [He taps at the faded bruise idly, likely adding to the remaining coloration more than anything.] Weird becomes weirder. I- guess I can try to take it easier on you. [Mildly less sass? Maybe. Only time will tell.] Might mean I get less talks from Doctor Delicate Touch too, which is a bonus.
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Wow. You mean that was you trying? I'm not so impressed now. [He chuckles to himself mostly, taking a sip of water.] That aside though... yeah. I'll take it easier too.
...Had to get that last one in though.
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Still doesn't like it though.]
Yeah, okay, okay- fair. The urge to make it harder on you is, so strong though. [Prank war is an itch under his skin.] But, I already know that wouldn't fly right now.
[Later tho....]
I guess we're calling this a truce. A weird weird truce. [Leo would prefer to not try, but he's stuck now.]
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[Fiddling with that bottle now. Putting the cap on would just be awkward right now, not without his other arm and he won't have that until Donnie's finished scanning and making schematics out of his busted one. "Future technology I have to reverse engineer" he'd said. ugghhhhhh it's taking so long though.
So instead, he taps one foot on the floor. The only real sign of his anxiety right now. He's gotten good at hiding it.]
Yeah. Weird truce it is.
Because I'd win anyway.
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What makes you so certain, kid?