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[Leo needs a second to get himself mildly back together. He manages an awkward thumbs up as he awkwardly tries to untangle from himself.]

S'good! [He now is trying to remember why he's on the ground.] Just.. chillin'.

No, it's not good. [He's going to try to help Leo get recalibrated as best as he can.] You fell, that's no good at all.

[Leo puts up no protest at being moved around.] Did I-? I'm... [He presses the butts of his palms against his eyes.

His brain seems to skitter elsewhere, farther back than it needs to.]

Can we... turn on the sunlamp?

[The sunlamp back in the lair at home.]

[And moved around he shall be. Or at least moved enough so he's less laying on the ground and more like sitting.]

Yeah, you di-- [Ah that question makes Donnie pause.]

We'd have to get home first.

[He sounds a little sad when he says that, kind of figuring that Leo means the lamp back at the lair.]

[Leo just needs to sit for a moment, mentally just gathering as many of his loose thoughts as he can.

His short term memory is struggling a little on where they are before its dropped to the side for right now.]

We could pile. [He rubs at his eyes a little. Still stumbling over his words.] that'd be real cool. S'been a while...

[Leo can take his time, it's not like they have anywhere they need to be. Other than someplace where Leo can sleep safely that is.]

Yeah, although it'll be a sad kind of pile with just the two of us...

Never a sad pile, when its a family pile. [He answers simply enough with a decent amount of conviction for a former turtle who was sprawled on the ground. He grunts a little as he moves to get up.]

[Okay that actually gets to him, he can't help but smile a bit at Leo's words as he's going to try to help his brother get up.]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right... For once.

[with Donnie's help, Leo actually manages to get back onto his feet.]

Hurtful, you know I'm right about many things! [He manages to sound normal for a two whole seconds before his attention darts away. Confusion seems to hit him all at once.] ...This is sure not New York?

No, you're not.

[And oof, good feelings dashed by Leo saying it's not New York. As he grabs his laptop and skateboard once more.] Yeah cause we're not in New York. It's Bavan, a totally different city, Leo.

Huh. [He just looks at the city blearily, as if he's never seen it before. He reaches out to try and take the board, confused openly by why it is different before the confusion drops out of his head entirely.] Gimme a rating, New York, Jersey or Staten Island levels?

[Yeah for once he's not going to fight Leo, and lets him take the board.]

A rating, huh? [He actually considers it.] I'd say it's somewhere between New York and Jersey.

[Leo just loosely hugs the board against his chest, idly playing with the wheels in the process.

He starts moving, but is not heading in the right direction at all. From how wobbly he's walking, he's still decidedly disoriented. He still slips on his words, needing longer to get them together.] Ough, we need to find New York. Like, [He struggles a lot on this word in particular.] A-ASAP.

Edited 2023-03-01 00:56 (UTC)

Leo... [He'll follow his brother, but will also try to steer him back into the right direction as best as he can.]

We can't go home.

[Donnie's words draw Leo to a stop. He blinks a little blearily. Unable to completely compute that thought.] Aren't....

[He's so tired he loses track of the sentence for a bit too long. His grip on the skateboard tightens a little.] we going home now?

Well, yeah but that's the home we have here. We can't go back to New York, is what I mean.

[Gosh even with Leo in his current state it kind of hurts to say it out loud, that they can't go home home.]

But... [His grip tightens on the skateboard as he tries to process that information.

He goes quiet for probably too long, seemingly trying to just understand. Only to startle wildly as a car horn honks nearby. He fumbles forward, on a full tilt in the right direction at least.]

Whoa. [The car horn also startled Donnie a little, not as much as Leo of course but still... Unexpected! He'll reach out a hand to try and steady his brother as well.]

Don't worry about it, okay? Let's just get you into a bed.

[Thankfully, Leo doesn't fall again. He does stall out from his urge to flee when Donnie makes contact.

He looks at his brother, expression just verging on confused and exhausted in equal measure.]

Yeah, bed- bed sounds... good.

[Ugh that expression does not make Donnie feel any better, as he's going to try and steer Leo back towards the apartments now.]

Yeah we get you to bed, I'll even stick around to make sure you actually get some sleep okay?

Mhmmkay. [Leo accepts the steering, just plodding along with Donnie. He goes quiet beyond that as they walk, unable to muster further capacity for conversation.

He looks down at himself eventually, confused as to why there are just ants on his arms. He pats at himself vaguely. Frowning at his arms in confusion at the ants going away.

The hallucinations are starting to set in.]

[The quiet is very telling, telling Donnie that Leo is very sleep deprived, as he just keeps a hand on Leo's back to keep leading him back home.

He does notice Leo patting at himself though and he frowns.]

Are you okay, bro?

[He may be trying to pick up the pace, but also doesn't want to mess Leo up either. It's a hard balance to keep here.]

I can't get these ants off... [He pats at himself a bit harder now, frustrated the ants keep dodging him. He frowns down at the mans, his gaze unable to settle anywhere in particular.] All over-? Why?

[As far as Donnie can likely see, Leo's arms are bare of any ants or anything really.]

Ants? [He can't hide his confusion, because he'll give Leo a good once over and there are no ants to be seen.

Or anything ant-like, so he can't hide the worry on his face as he moves to stand in front of Leo now and places his free hand on his brother's shoulder.]

Is it just ants, or is there anything else happening to you?

[It's Leo's turn to look confused as he glances up at Donnie. It takes him a long moment to get his words together.]

There are... ants? So many ants. I can't- I can't- get them off.

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