something something April showers (open)

[overlyprecocious]

Who: Tim Drake overlyprecocious + YOU
What: boy goin' about his business
When: April
Where: Central City, Sky High, the Belfry, other places maybe
Content Warnings: tbd


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[OPEN, high school] don't you forget about me (don't, don't, don't, don't - )

[overlyprecocious]

It's super irritating to be knocked back to the end of his junior year after he already graduated and was halfway through summer vacation back home. It's even more irritating to have to convince the school (that he doesn't even want to go to, but will definitely hunt him down if he doesn't show up) to let him move up to the junior year randomly because he happened to age two years in one Confluence. But he'd've been even more bored learning stuff that he largely already learned, so.

New classes. New classmates, not that he ever tried too hard to be friends with anyone here beyond Nico, Dylan, and a few others. For now, he's got a free period and is using it to camp out in the library and study some of the concepts in his classes that differ from what he's being taught back home (trying to transfer mid-semester between universes isn't easy, even for him, all right). He could use a study buddy, maybe. Or a distraction. Or maybe someone noticing that That One Fifteen-Year-Old is seventeen now.

[purplexing]

School's been a strange sort of escape for Donnie. After finally having the chance to go to school like a normal teenager, dropping out of it so abruptly just isn't something that would sit well with him.

He'd missed a week or two...or more- he's not sure, there were at least a couple of weeks that were a blur that they all just kind of meld into one hazy, depressed mush, but now he's back, and it hadn't taken him long to catch up with everything he'd missed. It was nice to have things that were objectively less complicated to focus on, and math and science didn't depend on emotional states, just nice clean numbers, formulas and data.

Technically Donnie is supposed to be in counseling, but he's not big on sharing feelings and his is a strange case in which an abrupt death in the family wasn't a permanent one. In any case, he's ditching, but since they'd probably just send him back if he went back to class, Donnie's instead taken refuge in the library, but libraries are always one of his favorite places to be. He's not hard to miss, given there aren't many mutant turtles on any given day on the campus, but unlike his brother, purple is definitely Donnie's choice color-coding, the hood of his purple hoodie pulled up over his head, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"This seat taken?" he asks, resting a hand on the empty chair diagonally across from Tim.

[overlyprecocious]

Tim's kind of relieved that the turtles who attend the school tend towards color-coding because that makes it easier to identify who's who. This is Donnie, he's pretty sure?

He moves a few of books to give Donnie more room, which is probably permission on its own, but he speaks, too: "Go for it."

[purplexing]

He's technically enrolled himself as Othello von Ryan, an alias he's always been fond of, and it's the name he's registered with the Society under, but he hasn't been terribly strict about it. If he were then he'd have opted for going with a holo-disguise like his brother had at the beginning.

"Cool," he says as he settles right in, setting his backpack on the chair beside him, taking a moment to just sit before he starts pulling out things. Notebooks, a couple of textbooks.

[overlyprecocious]

After a moment while Donnie Othello Purple Turtle settles in, Tim digs a bag of potato chips out of his backpack and quietly pushes them over the table towards Donnie. This is reaching out, right? He's pretty sure Dick would be proud.

[purplexing]

The offering comes as a surprise. Certainly there are probably rules about snacking in the library but it seems a little mean to pull that card and besides, there's something nice about some random guy willingly sharing his potato chips. And maybe he's overthinking things as he notoriously tends to.

So Donnie smiles. Easy enough. He reaches for the chips after a surreptitious glance around. Helps himself to some, as quietly as possible, flashing Tim a thumbs-up.

[overlyprecocious]

It's true that food isn't normally allowed in the library, but (a) Tim is sneaky and careful about not getting crumbs on the books, and (b) now Donnie is complicit, so he can't snitch.

Which is obviously why Tim grins and gives Donnie a thumbs up back.

[purplexing]

Crumbs and greasy fingers don't really go well with books and homework, and while Donnie knows he doesn't really carry napkins around, at least he can improvise. Having weird transmutation powers really does come in handy.

He sticks his hand deep into his backpack, feeling for some scrap paper and hoping the brief light isn't noticed as he pulls out a couple of napkins, flicking one across the table. He may be complicit to this rule breaking but that doesn't mean he has to be a slob!