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[steepwithdead]

"Oh, hey."

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You can also hit up his Counselling Post if you prefer!

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[notapancake]

[Honestly it's not like he has anything better to do. Totally unaware of his nephew's plot to get him healthy, so he can't be worried about that. But also he has to make sure Cad is an okay person... Cow-man, whatever!

But yeah, Cad's routine is very... Routine. But that might just be a cover! For nefarious things!

Donnie is totally, though, this time? Leaning a bit further than normal while Cad is probably in the garden, and he is totally losing his grip and positioning. And that is a whole grown ass turtle man falling out of a nearby tree.]

[steepwithdead]

[The bad news is, Caduceus isn't fast enough to sweep down and catch him before he hits the ground. The good(?) news is, when Donatello untangles himself from wherever he drops, Caduceus is standing over him, looking mildly concerned, dragonfly wings unfurled at his back. (Hey, those hadn't been there a second ago.)]

You alright? I couldn't quite reach you in time.

[notapancake]

[He is totally fine! He didn't land on his back, which would have been horrible since he doesn't have a battle shell to protect his soft shell... Something he really should look into getting again.

As to Caduceus standing over him? Awkward, and totally taking note of those wings.]

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus smiles politely and offers a hand out to help Donnie up, though knowing the younger's aversion for close contact more often than not, he won't be offended if it isn't accepted.]

I don't mind if you like to hang around, I get that you've been enjoying the space. But if you'd like to know what I'm up to, you could just ask.

[notapancake]

[While he is a bit better about touch in comparison to his younger self, he is WARY of Caduceus. What if he has some kind of mind reading power that works via touch? Not chancing it, as he gets up on his own and dusts himself off.]

You're Junior's therapist.

[Not going to ask what his relationship with Leo is, not yet.]

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus folds his hands together into his long sleeves, perfectly comfortable with the rejection.]

Hm... counsellor might be more accurate. I don't know what a therapist is, exactly, but I'm not "accredited". But otherwise, yes, that's me. Caduceus Clay, it's a pleasure to finally meet his uncle.

[notapancake]

Counselor, Therapist, it's all the same. [To Donnie is it at least. But yeah this is the guy his brother mentioned. Also possibly the source of Leo's plant? Either way he is looking Caduceus over with much scrutiny!]

... then I guess I don't need to introduce myself.

[steepwithdead]

Suppose not. You don't strike me as a fan of wasteful conversation.

[His younger counterpart isn't one for smalltalk, so far.]

Donatello Hamato, the older, isn't it? Can I ask why you've been watching me?

[notapancake]

[Thing is, this Donatello can do small talk. He'll just die a little inside as he does it.

He nods to confirm that yes, he is Donatello Hamato... As to the second whelp.]

I like to make sure the people my family interacts with are not up to something.

[steepwithdead]

Ahhh. [Caduceus looks mildly amused.] Well? What's the word, am I up to something?

[notapancake]

... Maybe.

[He will refuse to admit he doesn't know something, so there you go.]

[steepwithdead]

Hm. [Love those non-answers.] Would you like to continue stalking on my roof with more stable footing, or are you going back to the tree?

[notapancake]

It's not stalking, stalking implies movement from one area to another.

[Non-answers and pedantic!]

[steepwithdead]

Okay. [He doesn't argue over semantics, he has better things to do.] My question stands.

[notapancake]

[He so used to being argued with that Cad not doing that? Throws him for a loop, so he just makes an annoyed sound as a response.]

[steepwithdead]

[Well, there isn't much he can do with that.]

Alright. I'm going back to my garden, so once you decide, you can let me know.

[He steps away, but rather than going back to the roof, he goes about ten feet to the left and crouches at one of the ground-level flower beds.]

[notapancake]

... You know giving Leo a plant was probably a stupid thing to do.

[Because what else can he actually say? That isn't "wtf is my brother doing at your home sometimes".]

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus doesn't even glance back, fussing at a weed.]

Was it? He seems capable.

[notapancake]

Yeah, with people. There's a reason I never let him do greenhouse duty.

[Well that and he had it mostly automated.]

[steepwithdead]

You'll be there too, won't you? Maybe you can keep an eye on it.

[If he isn't too busy creeping in the trees of strangers.]

[notapancake]

Of course, but it's not like you knew if I was good with plants or not!

[He can schedule his day to include plant care!]

[steepwithdead]

That plant is more resilient than you think. It'll survive long enough for him to learn how to care for it.

[If nothing else, he sure is learning that Donatello takes plant care very seriously.]

[notapancake]

You say that, but the care of it is going to fall to me.

[Look at how much trust he has in his brother!]

[steepwithdead]

Hmm. [Yeah, he's sensing it. The lack of faith.] Want to give it back?

[notapancake]

If I did that, Leo would hate me.

[Because Leo did tell him it was a gift, and if he absconded with it he would be in so much shit.]