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Who| Don and OPEN
What| He's back in the Capitol. Again.
Where| District 9 suite at first, then throughout the Training Center
When| Anytime after Don woke up!
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment.

It was weird to wake up alive again, feeling his arm back, and yet not feeling anything but annoyance. Especially as he had not accomplished what he had set out to do. And he had been taken out by Sigma. But Sigma also died, so it was a comfort. A small one.

Quickly he turned on the television, breathing a long sigh of relief as he saw that Lottie was alive. For now. Maybe she could find others. He could send her supplies. Somehow.

With that, he stood up and walked out of his room. Perhaps he could find Lottie's mentors, convince them to get sponsors for her. That would at least he helpful. Then, he had to figure out what else he could do. There was the girl with the long hair, that he could try and help as well...

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"Heh." He wanted to say how much he didn't like most of them back. So badly. "Its certainly different from back home, that's for sure. I can walk in broad daylight and no one runs away from me screaming."

"Instead they run towards you screaming now, I bet." She took her new drink and raised it to him, in a mock toast to the wonders being the center of attention, before drinking.

"Eheh...yeah..." He sips. Ah, awkward. "It never gets old."

"Never," Valeria agreed, it never crossing her mind that Don might be being facetious. Who doesn't like attention? "That's what I love about this job. Everybody is...appreciative, don't you think?"

"Very." Though, Don sounded...slightly sad. "Its still incredibly surreal to me. To be appreciated for...well..."

Killing? Being a turtle? Doing everything against what his family was taught to believe?

"They didn't appreciate you back home?" Valeria asked, since Don seemed strangely unhappy suddenly. "Well, I guess if they ran away screaming, that probably doesn't make you feel very appreciated."

"Not very much," Don admitted, finishing his drink. He prepared to order another tea. "Actually, we were being hunted because of it."

~~If Valeria was going to introduce Don to the wonders of alcohol, now would be the perfect time to sabotage his order.~~

"Like you were animals?" Valeria asked, then frowned. "Hm. I mean, you are animals, but, still, that doesn't seem necessary."

This is, in fact, exactly Valeria's plan, as Don's sudden attack of melancholy clearly called for some cheering up. While Don made his order, she gestured emphatically at the bartender from behind him, which hopefully they would understand as 'spike the turtle's drink'. Bartender's got to be used to translating such messages, really.

"It was a little more complicated than that." Don brought his hand onto his fist. "There was a group of people hunting us because our mutant DNA was something they wanted, and then there's the Foot, who's hunting us because their former leader got captured because of us. Not to mention the gangs who hate us for interfering with their cartels and the anti-alien guys who think we're aliens..."

At this, he looked up at the ceiling.

"Pretty much the exact opposite of...this."

"Sounds like it," Valeria agreed, hearing only praise for her home at this point. "We love aliens here, we already know how to mutate things, and of course we don't have gangs or real criminals or anything like that. Must be so much better."

"Eheh..." Yeah, no real criminals. No real crime. Except bombings and home invasions and riots. "It's...definitely nice to be able to walk out in daylight in relative safety. Not gonna lie."

Except he was. This place was wrong and he rather would have taken his chances with Karai.

"Must be," she said, patting his hand sympathetically. "Maybe someday soon they'll bring the others over too, your family, is that right?"

That hand immediately tensed at the suggestion.

"I'd prefer not." The very idea made him sick to his stomach. "There's a lot of stuff...going on back home. If everyone left...a lot of bad stuff might go down."

That and no. He would never. Ever. Allow his family to be brought to this place.

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"Ah," Valeria nodded knowingly. "Don't want to share the spotlight, hm? I understand completely, my dear."

"Yeah. I don't want to share this."

Of course, it was for completely different reasons than Valeria was thinking. In any case, his drink was here, and he took a sip. Then frowned, his beak pursing.

"This...tastes unusually sour..."

"Oh?" said Valeria, positively radiating innocence. "It's tea, isn't it? Bartender probably just let it steep too long. I'm sure if you ask he'll let you have some sugar to sweeten it up."

"I guess..."

And thus, Donatello asked for some sugar. He'd figure out what was wrong soon enough.

Valeria tried not to look too interested, waiting for it to take effect, wondering if she'd know when it did. He looked like a heavy guy, though the shell probably messed that perception, maybe he had a natural tolerance or something.

"So," she started, scrambling for something to say in the meantime. "Tea, tinkering, any other things that start with T that you enjoy?"

"...Well..." Don looked sheepish as he took another sip, wincing at the taste. "I do know some tae kwon do due to my training..."

"Ha, there we go," Valeria giggled, then tilted her head curiously. "I don't know what that is, something to do with training?"

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