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“     worth  is  like  a  balance ,  between  self  and  pride .   you  deem  it  upon  how  others  perceive  you  and  how  you  see  yourself  day  after  day .   it  becomes  a  frail  glass  weight ,  tipping  either  way  to  either  scale ,  so  easily  influenced  by  the  slightest  affirmation .   all  it  takes  is  one  swift  strike  to  shatter  the  glass  and  send  both  scattering  all  your  worth  to  the  abyss ,  lost  in  a  sea  of  vitriol  and  loathing .    it’s  why  self  love  is  a  struggle  most  never  grasp .     ”

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you  did  not .

“Is this your way of confessing that you could use a step stool? Because you could totally use a step stool. Or you could start wearing heels. Either solution works.”

oh ,  now  he’s  just  playing  dirty .   brows  furrow ,  arms  folding  for  good  measure  to  nail  leo’s  coffin  shut .           “     not  to  give  INTO  your  sick  kicks  at  my  achilles ,  but  i  could  ab-so-LUTE-ly  rock  six  inches  of  pure  unadulterated  thigh - highs .   however ,  I  much  prefer  to  take  my  inches  of  height  in  the  form  of  kneecaps ,  my  dearest  ‘nardo .     ”

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“     unfortunately ,  much  to  EVERYONE’s  dismay .  .  .    i  am ,  in  fact ,   just  a  ‘ little  guy ’ .     ”

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@o-neil —– !

feelings, often they were neglected over attentive focus for preserving hyper-fixations and maintaining deadlines. how pathetic was it that donnie felt his chest collapse under the weighted pressure of so many unspoken words once april joined his side. t'was another day of collective hivemind of teenage angst and drone-like education mulling the classroom, yet donatello felt nerves fray and itch in fingertips just with o'neil in close proximity.

he ought to say something, clear the dense air circulating his foggy mind, which obviously hastens when she nudges his upper arm to garner his attention. from a trance he snaps forth, eyes blinking in headlights as he strikes up in posture.

" hm? oh, right — "

he hadn't been paying a dime of his focus to the lesson at hand, nor to the conversation april was attempting to stir up. thoughts race and blur through his head as he sinks into his shouldered slouch, staring onward into the girl's eyes, so emboldened by years of proudly being herself. such confidence gave him hope, donnie's fingers slithering to grip tight to sleeves as he settles forward to drag the topic away from idle prattle.

" so, HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, say — if a student body representative ergo classmate had feelings for another of their body's selection, how would one proceed with such delicate case handling of admission? –- asking for a friend. "

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wrong .

           “isn’t flavorless juice just water?”

“     SO  incorrect .   sugar  water ,  actually ,  but  so  minimal  that  the  granules  aren’t  palatable .     ”

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don’t  go  there .

“oh? & what are YOU gonna do about it, mister flavorless juice?”

lip  juts ,  teeth  grit  and  jaw  obscurely  offset  in  the  sheer  grotesque  upbeat  nature  of  crude  implementation  of  brother’s  indicatory --   he’s  being  rude  as  fuck ,  basically .   donnie  scrunches  his  face ,  flicks  a  brow  higher  adrift  in  his  purple  sea  before  grip  on  monkey  wrench  wags  said  tool  towards  the  similar  one  standing  off  to  his  side .           “     we  are  NOT  debating  this  over  recently  eaten  dinner  and  oil  spills  in  this  garage .   cut  the  smack  talk  and  skip  the  cutscene  idle  chat .   no  more  broc’o’cheese  soup  frattering ,  leo .     ”

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why  are  you  like  this ?

leo TRIES not to take donnie’s comment personally. he decides to joke through the sting & instead rolls his eyes with a grin.

“psh, ok, DAD,” he jokes, arms folding over his chest. “uh, maybe ‘cause you make it so EASY? ‘sides, don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy my various disappointments & mistakes. it’s part of the neon leon charm. you know you loooove me.”

“     no ,  nunno .   no !   you’re  not  just  going  to  shrug  this  one  off  like  one  of  your  disney  store  onesies !!   answer  me ,  ‘nardo .   are  you  actively  trying  to  steal  the  wind  from  my  sails ,  or  are  you  just  THAT  oblivious ?     ”           he  sighs .

“     i’m  not  mad ;   just  disappointed .     ”

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