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[Ah the seasons are changing, and even with the work on Kyoto to do? Donnie is getting restless, and really he needs something more to focus on. Something to keep him busy. So he's going to address the Outsiders with an inquiry.]

So, how many people use guns here? And how many of you don't know how to field or detail dress them?

[Donatello, you need to say why you're asking this.]

What I'm asking is well, I need something to keep my hands busy, so I am offering to do any dressing of guns for anyone who needs it done. Or doesn't want to do it themselves?

Also I've been helping around the current base, that's not exactly enough okay.

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[~~look I chronically play tall characters Richele is 6'0 /shrugs~~ Well he's glad one of them is entertained by this.]

Donatello. [He's surprised its a name he's familiar with. Not with this individual personally- but somehow his name is native to the areas of Laterano... strange. Still, unimportant, his attention is put back on the conversation.] Thank you.

[He gazes around the room, but yup, it really is just the same as every other one. The outsiders weren't very motivated to decorate when this wasn't their home away from home. The tools do catch his eye and he tilts his head in obvious curiosity. It was hard sometimes to distinguish was an oddity of this world, and what was an oddity belonging to an outsider. He wonders which one this is.

Still, he can ask questions while they work.

He turns back to Donnie and pulls out a handgun outfitted with a silencer as seen in his left hand here from a holster it'd been resting in at his side. Holding it out to the teen and waiting to see what he did.]

If that's too hard to remember, I answer to Donnie... Or Purple. [Even if the color is only what his father calls him, he's kind of? Fine with being called that.

But yeah, that is a silenced handgun. He'll take it carefully, giving the gun a quick once over visually before he trails his fingers over it.]

Is this a sealed suppressor or one I can take apart?

[It's kind of hard to tell right off the bat, and it will also effect how he'll go about cleaning it.]

[It would in fact, be very easy for him to remember, but using full names 24/7 tends to come off overly formal and stiff- Although... Purple? Rather on the nose given that's literally what the teen's wearing...] Donnie it is then.

You can take it apart yes, [Laterano hand guns were made to last. That included them being built with the most viability for maintenance.] Here-

[Without touching or taking it back he points to the spots where it can be detached, and also where it can be taken apart. Its cleverly built- after all, gunsmithing was a Laterano pride.]

[If he was honestly asked about the Purple name? Donnie would explain that it's mostly his father who uses it and it's to make telling him and his brothers apart.]

Cool, cool, cool. [And after having things pointed out? He's heading over to his futon with the tools on it and plopping down and... Quickly getting to work. No words, just hands moving methodically and carefully to take the gun and silencer apart, and a stern expression of concentration on his face.]

[~~Cute~~]

[Richele follows him, settling on the ground off to the side. Close enough so he can keep an eye on the teen. But not directly facing him or close enough to come off overbearing. If Donnie seems to have any issues or confusion he'll helpfully point it out or answer an unspoken question, but otherwise he keeps to himself, watching in fascination, slightly impressed at the speed at which he picks up on things. He obviously had a lot of skill in this kind of work.

Unlike a normal gun, Donnie will find a strange unit containing a strange crystal that glitters in the light at the center. Richele makes no comment unless asked directly...

... In part because he seems to be nodding off a little bit here and there. Its weirdly peaceful to sit here and do nothing, just keep an eye out. Richele's not trying to fall asleep- but exhaustion from all the commotion recent events have caused is catching up to him.]

[Having questions answered, even before he can ask them? Kind of nice, since usually he's the one doing that. But he works in the mostly silence, and when he gets to the strange crystal unit?

He holds it up and looks it over. It kind of makes him think of the mystic crystal he has in his goggles... Which thinking about them makes him frown a little, since he doesn't have them here. But he pays it no mind aside to be careful with it, because he may have also noticed his observer nodding off.

He doesn't want to bother Richele more than he has too, so back to checking out the parts he does understand. While humming a little to himself as well.]

[He's glad Donnie doesn't seem to mind. He knows to some people it can come off condescending, or like they're being seen as untrustworthy. For Richele though it simply reminds him of guiding newbie Executors through training- which was something you always had to find the right balance for. If you helped too much, they never learned how to stand on their own- too little and they would struggle to stand at all.

The familiar kind of dynamic was soothing to him. Natural, easy to fall into.

Between the tinkering noises filling the room and Donnie's humming, Richele's drowsiness only gets worse, until eventually he succumbs to it- Drifting off where he was sitting criss-cross, back to the wall. His chin falling to rest on his sternum, and his breathing evening out.]

[Too focused on working with the gun to even notice that Richele has dozed off. At least not until Donnie is finished, all the parts wiped down and re-assembled perfectly. In fact the fact that he wasn't being given any instructions for parts he might not know?

Not noticed as well, as he stretches his arms out and wiggles his fingers. Getting some circulation back into them as he says;]

All done it was in pretty good sha--

[Ah, now he sees why things got so quieter. What to do? If Raph was here he'd move Richele onto one of the futons and let the guy sleep, but Donnie is pretty sure he can't move the older man without waking him. Instead he's going to gently place the fixed gun into Richele's lap, hopefully not waking him in the process, and then grab a flat sheet off his futon and draping it over him.

Cause yeah, that's something his brothers would do. Seems like the right thing to do, before he goes about tidying up the tools and such.]

[Richele doesn't stir, not when his gun is gently placed on his lap, not when the blanket is put over him. And Donnie guessed right, normally he would- He doesn't normally sleep with others around, but he's so dead tired that his natural wary instincts are overrode by the need to actually rest.

The most Donnie gets is a grunt as he shifts slightly before settling again. None the wiser.]

[Its when Donnie is cleaning up that he stirs again- the excess noise finally pushing past the exhaustion and into his mind. He groans and shifts, blinking his eyes open heavily and flinching against the light in the room.

...where...?

The sits up straighter and the blanket falls off of him, and he blinks down at it blankly.]

[And Donnie is mid deninpoing the tools, changing them back into the items he used to make them. Which happens to be small stones. When he notices that Richele has awoken.]

Oh. I'm all done, you were asleep so I just put your gun in your lap since I didn't want to disturb you?

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