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...I'm not sure. She just kind of...shattered into pieces that mostly disappeared, but there was one that just sort of stayed there and I kind of grabbed it.

[Okay, no kind-of's there.]

I know, I know- I should have...probably been more careful or something. But that's...basically what happened.

[That has to be one of the most irresponsible things he's ever heard. That is so dangerous?? Goddamnit, Donnie could have gotten hurt or worse.

Because this is Accelerator, that concern is coming out as irritation.]

Goddamnit, you're lucky that thing didn't vaporize you. What the hell did you think was going to happen?

[Accelerator is, unfortunately, home for this. He's stretched out on his shitty couch, reading some crappy YA novel when the portal appears and coffee and DVDs crash onto his coffee table. He very nearly throws the book in surprise, and by the time he's sitting up and has processed what just happened the portal is closed.

Fucking hell. He reads the card, looks over the DVDs (he recognizes none of these titles and they all look like shit), and gets his phone out.]

I don't fucking celebrate any of the holidays that are going on right now. Take your shit back.

[Donnie flinches at that.]

I don't know! I- I wasn't thinking, it was more out of reflex at that point.

[Accelerator was home; that just makes it more fun.]

the card just says 'season'
you too good for winter?

[With a sigh, Accelerator slumps back on the couch and drags a hand down his face. He's made his point, Donnie is obviously upset, pushing is only going to make things worse.]

Well, there's nothing to be done about it now. You don't feel any different, do you? It was just that new fucking ability you got?

[He is having none of this.]

You bastard. No one randomly gives out gifts because it's winter.

[He still looks like he'd like to disappear behind that plush. Accelerator has made some good points, but things had been so overwhelming then. It's hardly an excuse, but what happened, happened. Nothing to be done about it now, as the esper says.

Donnie shakes his head to the first, shifting into an awkward nod for the second.]

No, not really. I'm still me. [He wishes he sounded as confident about that but it's always weird when Accelerator gets on his case like this. It's like being scolded by a parent and not much fun being on the receiving end.]

maybe we do in my universe
you cant prove anything

I can ask Donatello.

[He's getting some good concerned and disappointed dad practice in right now, it's great. He doesn't even realize it.]

You sure about that?

[He's still a little skeptical, mostly out of that concern, and that's why he puts his coffee down and gets to his feet, hitting the switch on his choker.]

Don't fucking move.

[He glares hard, though really, all he's going to do is poke Donnie's forehead to get a reading on his vitals.]

[Clearly Leo just needs to get to him first.]

sure

[Ugh now what

Donnie freezes as Accelerator gets up, although mostly because the esper's switched his choker on. Or maybe it's that glare.]

Does anything you say ever not sound like a threat?

[He manages to inject some exasperation there but once Accy steps closer he holds his breath.]

Regardless, are you going to take any of this back or am I stuck with it?

Nope.

[Sorry Donnie, he's allergic to being nice. It's only a moment, and he draws his hand back to switch his choker back to normal.]

Not that I have a good baseline for you -- [Given the last time he did this was during the museum incident] -- but everything seems normal.

Okay, good- not that I had any doubts or anything.

[He promptly shoves the coffee can plush into Accelerator's hands before waving him back to his blood-stained couch.]

[He makes a little noise as the plush is shoved into his arms, and he frowns before moving to sit back down on the couch. The plush is deposited next to himself. Guess he's stuck with it now.]

You should consider yourself lucky. That could've fucking ended the same way my fight with Aiwass ended.

[Y'know, the skewering and everything.]

Yeah, I know. Honestly I think I was more worried about something like that happening during the fight itself.

Anyway, it didn't so you still have to deal with me.

[He forces a smirk at that, turning to duck back into the bathroom to collect more plushies.]

Hmm.

[He's glaring in return, the kind of glare that says "unfortunately for me, you're right."

The plush coffee can also gets a glare, for good measure.]

What kind of shit do you want for Christmas?

( at some point during the day, the couch accelerator currently has in his living room will mysteriously--sink into the shadow sitting partially under it, reappearing in an alley visible from his living room window, where jason's kicking it over and shoving through another couch: one that's of significantly better quality, and stain-resistant. just in case.

he'll be out in the alley burning the old couch (after checking between cushions for remotes and other valuables) until it's charred enough to hide any evidence jason'd bled all over it. because he doesn't want that getting out anywhere. )

I thought you said you didn't celebrate!

[Yelling from the bathroom while he compacts the plushie horde into something more manageable. It's a shame he has a limit as to how big he can affect things, otherwise he'd just make something stupidly huge.]

[It's a good thing Accelerator wasn't napping on it when that happens. He's still home so he catches sight of the thing disappearing and the new couch appearing, which is all very what the fuck, though when he notices smoke rising from outside his window he realizes what's going on.

He opens up the window, switches choker modes, and hops out the window. Landing lightly on the ground, he walks on over to Jason and the burning couch.]

You didn't have to do this, you know.

I don't, it's just a fucking question!

[He's yelling that back, annoyed with himself. Maybe he should just drop it and not think about gifts, it's not like he's any good at that kind of thing.]

( he didn't have to, but he did, and now they're both standing in front of a burning couch.

jason's in shit shape, but that's probably not surprising. he's got a healing black eye, his nose is bruised to hell and back, his knuckles are bruised where they're visible and that's--not including everything that isn't visible. but he's fine, functional enough to move couches, so. )

I had a guy fuck off and leave me with a skyscraper in NYC of all places. I can afford a couch.

.....

[Kind of hard to argue with that, so he doesn't. Maybe it's just the gifts he's been getting wearing him down, but he just supposes this means he has a new couch.

So he lets that go and instead looks up at Jason, critical.]

How come every time I see you you look more and more dogshit?

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