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[betterthanraph]

[For what is quite possibly the first time in over a week, Leo isn't actively avoiding every living creature in sight. In fact, he appears to be sitting on the cliffs. With him is a small collection of bottles and a pad of paper and a pencil. He writes on a paper, tears it off, rolls it and places it into the bottle, corks it and then hurls it

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[iwitnessdamsel]

[Hey, Emo-boy. You didn't actually think you could hide from mom for forever, did you?

Cuz she's found you now, and she eats teenage angst for breakfast.

While she'd seen the turtle-like figure from a ways off, the whole chucking motion hadn't made much sense until she came close enough to notice the bottles.]

You putting out an S-O-S for us?

[betterthanraph]

[Well if he wanted to, he would have. 8| Though he's regretting not doing it now, since he knows April will be a lot more heavy-handed than any of his brothers, or even Splinter.]

...sort of.

[iwitnessdamsel]

[It's a gift.

Actually, she's considering how much of a Meanie Face she really should be, considering she has a good idea of what all the turtles have gone through. She'd rather be someone sought out than avoided.]

Mind if I join you?

[betterthanraph]

No, feel free. [He's not going to hope that he'll escape this unscathed, but he's reserving judgment.]