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[purplexing]

You're conversing with Donatello-

Juuuust not this exact second. Please rank your call by number of priority and I'll get back to you accordingly.

1 - A technical emergency

2 - General inquiry

3 - Miscellaneous

Comments

[purplexing]

[Donnie makes himself cozy, wedging himself into a corner of the couch before cracking open the book, making sure only his eyes are visible over it as he snaps a selfie to send over to Accelerator.]

Not -just- a book. There are literally billions of books in the world so even condensing a list of subjects and titles to choose from is in itself a feat. You could have just picked anything listed a best seller and called it a night.

[levelshift]

[This is the sound of Accelerator hand smacking his forehead.]

Shit, you couldn't exaggerate any harder.

[purplexing]

Who's exaggerating! I was being completely serious.

[levelshift]

Then you're being fucking ridiculous.

[Can he just say 'You're welcome' and leave it at that? Oh god, why is gift-giving physically painful.]

Nevermind. It's yours now, I've got no right to say anything. I'm going to take a nap.

[purplexing]

[Oh Accy. Donnie shakes his head as he reads the text. He takes a moment before his next/last response comes, but it's not even a text but a picture of a note he quickly pens.]

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹.

[levelshift]

[Accelerator gets the pictures and just sighs. This is teasing, this has to be teasing.

(He is, however, kind of glad the book wasn't completely off the mark.)]