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[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.]

[steepwithdead]

Good. [He doesn't believe you, but he won't call it out.] We shouldn't have a problem then.

[notapancake]

[Eyes narrowing.]

Oh no, there is a problem. What the hell are you doing with my brother that you gave him a plant?

[steepwithdead]

[That one does earn a genuinely befuddled look from Caduceus. What?]

Befriending him, last I checked.

[Also some rehabilitation therapy, but he's not disclosing that part.]

[notapancake]

[Look befuddled all you like!!! Donnie don't like it.]

... Hm. Well. I'm still watching you.

[And with that said he's getting himself back up in the tree.]

[steepwithdead]

Alright then, suit yourself.

[Cad's just gonna go back to his garden. What strange assumptions (that he doesn't get at all) that brother is making. Oh well! Enjoy your tree time...]

[notapancake]

[And Donnie is going to stay in the tree until either Cad goes somewhere else, or inside.

Watching him, like a hawk.]