#donnie ain't having shit to do with this. he tired himself out with Science earlier and now he wants to take a nap where he feels safest.

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"My twin never does anything like that," Leo boasts, arm around a dozing Donnie's shoulders.

"Your twin bit me this morning," Leonardo reminds him, jabbing at Tello with the handle end of a broom. They try to bite it but he yanks it back just in time. "Would you work with me, here?"

Tello hisses at him, the long, drawn-out sound that usually indicates they're about to do something violent.

Good thing he has a broom. He twists it around and bops Tello in the face with the sweeping end, leaving an imprint of dust across the top of their head. They splutter and cough so much that they dislodge from the ceiling and drop straight down to the floor. He's not worried by that, not when he's seen them walk off much worse falls, but he does mind when Tello immediately rolls over to sink their fangs into his ankle.

"I hate you so much," he says, sounding tired even to himself.

From his left, he hears a snicker and a camera shutter. He thinks he hates Leo too.