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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]

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.]

[steepwithdead]

That seems extreme. We haven't known each other long, you're his twin. I'm sure he'd get over it.

[notapancake]

... it's a gift, and he's naming it. He has, unfortunately, become attached.

[To the plant, of course.]

[steepwithdead]

[Yeah, of course to the plant. What else could he possibly be attached to!]

It sounds as if you'll have to find a way to reconcile with its existence in your circle.

[notapancake]

Or I can just wait until he kills it, that shouldn't take too long.

[Said flatly.]

[steepwithdead]

[A thoughtful hum.]

Everything must die eventually. I don't intend to worry too much about it, so you shouldn't, either.

[notapancake]

I won't.

[Except he will, because he likes plants more than most people.]