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[He might have bought a sheet cake and decorated it. Leave him alone!! He is trying to be friendly.]

Don't be rude to the worlds coolest dog, dude. [He says this absently back, clearly teasing in passing. Leo resists his urge to fist pump at the whistled notes. ]

yessss, dog acceptance. [Leo clicks a little back absently, those old turtle instincts melding oddly with the spider ones. He reaches out to very carefully scratch under Silvally's chin if allowed.]

[Gentle eyeroll.

There is this moment on the approach where Silvally's eyes flick down to the approaching claws, and it blinks twice rather quickly in...something? Amusement? (It's amusement.) Everyone here is so handsy. But hey, as long as they all stay good at scritches, it can deal with that.

Which is to say: it moves its head so the scritches end up in the right place. Up here, by the jaw, right under the metal-thing at the end of its faceplate (which, by the by, on touch examination is clearly part of its head with the skin fused right to it, not lying on top of its face).

Impress it.]

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[Silvally gets to learn, why yes, this turtle does indeed have Sick Scratching Skills.

Being a reptile before all of this means he knows how to give a very good scratch. He had to help his brothers with peeling and scratching quite extensively.]

How you adjusting to all this, Silv? Has monster town been treating you good? No complaints or massive complaints? Should I take it up with Fog god?

[Casually holding a conversation with the pokemon.]

[Ohoho yes very nice. Right there under the feathers. It closes its eyes...and starts chirp-grunting softly and conversationally in reply. Chrr chk weet...whee woo. Wk wk. Prrrgg ml. Wheeee?

And after a few seconds of that, it tilts its head away and disentangles from the scritches, squinting over at Gladion (who is still just standing there watching this whole thing), sniffing, and turning to head back inside with a big whumph of a sigh.

Welp!]

Go on in? [Gladion cues, nodding towards the (hanging open behind Silvally) front door if Leo looks his way.]

[Its lingering turtle instincts paired with the odd new spider ones that mean Leo chirrups softly back amidst Silvally's own array of noises. Vocalizing without too much concern. Its hardly the first time he's vocalized like this. Usually, its not in front of anyone outside of his family bubble.

Leo snorts a little at Big Dog's exit. He looks back at Gladion, grinning now.]

Good to know I passed the Cool Dog's test for coming inside. [He doesn't hesitate to just head on inside, no take backs, Glads! Only regrets!]

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[Gladion just. Lifts his eyebrows at that, sort of agreeing that yes you did pass that test without having to say uncool, approving mouth words out loud.

Welcome to Trainhouse, Leo! There's up and down stairs right by the entry, and a wholeass living room ahead of you, which is where Dog is headed. The furniture in here is sort of old and worn-looking, all found here with the abandoned house itself. There's Ingo fur on things. There are quite a lot of potted plants. Behind that couch (which Silvally is returning to to drape itself across again) there's a table with a partially-deconstructed coat draped across it, sort of similar in style to the one Ingo wears around.

Gladion is bringing up the rear with cake in hand...closing the door behind him with a vine.]

[Leo somehow resists his urge to just stalk after the dog, taking the moment to just take in The Train House with clear interest. He whistles a little, openly impressed.]

This place is ginormous! You could fit maybe half a train in here. [Very helpful measuring metrics from your local ninja. He wanders further in, managing to resist his additional urge to touch everything.]

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[Taking the cake to the kitchen counter...now leaning against the kitchen counter.]

Well. That...was the idea, yeah.

[<- kid who has heard so many train metaphors in the last four months that he can no longer automatically tell when someone is talking about a literal train

...Should he get snacks out? How long was Leo intending to hang around? Wait, did he maybe tell Ingo he was coming over and the message just didn't get relayed? Argh. There is still a little pit of uncertainty in his stomach about Someone Being Here, Unanticipated, Touching His Stuff, but...whatever. Silvally seems unbothered, content to lounge on the couch and Observe.]

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[Leo snorts a little at that. Surprised and impressed in equal measure. He trails after Gladion to linger in the kitchen.]

Wait, wait, you guys planned to like have an actual train in here? Like a subway one or something? My bros and I did train cars for bedrooms when we settled into the new lair. The privacy is aces.

[There was no communication. Leo learned where everyone lived and decided to show up.]

What, [he blurts softly in the middle of that, completely baffled. Also he's waffling in front of the cabinet that has the 8-12 snacks.....should he offer them or........HMMM

(REALIZES HIS ERROR)]

Uh. No. [QUICK DISTRACT HIM WITH SNACKS turns to open the cabinet] If you want a bite to eat, by the way, we've got that.

[Leo relaxes a little against a counter, just chilling near Gladion. Arching an eye ridge at the other teenager fidgeting in front of a cabinet.]

Oh dope. [Leo is absolutely distracted by Delicious Distraction Snacks. Gladion is victorious this fine day. He peers at the array of snacks, not surprised by them given he he works at 8-12.] I like a lot of these. I see them at work a lot.

They're convenient. [Welp. Take your pick, man. Gladion shrugs and doesn't take anything for himself; he's not hungry, honestly. Yes, Silvally, he sees you peering over the top of the couch. No, just because Emmet gives you something every time you look at the kitchen doesn't mean you need snacks all the time. It's not healthy! Especially not these snacks!] Less so now, but Ingo does still work there, so...

[Leo leans in to eye the various snacks, eventually picking one that's easy to eat given his whole 'turtle beak' paired with spider teeth situation. The two style of mouths were not meant to work together.] He probably gets plenty of leftovers like I do. I think we're both flex anyway.

[He unwraps the snack idly as he talks.] I think you have a job right-? Where do you work?

[Mayhaps he will appear to cause trouble there? Who knows.]

[Yeah, hang on, about that:] You won't get special treatment there for knowing me. [Just saying.] Have you met Mukuro, the werewolf? I work at her cafe.

C'mon, not even if I'm cute~? [He presses a clawed finger against his cheek, clearly teasing.] Fair enough, Glads. I know I'll win my way into special treatment someway else. I'm worth it.

I have not. Add her to the list. [Absolutely ominous on his part, oop.] Planning on meeting everybody.

[Oh god. Mental note to give Mukuro some advance warning.

But that thought aside: he doesn't really have any complaints about that sentiment! It's just a goofy way of declaring his intent to earn respect, and, like...that's doable. That's a good thing.

As is the "meeting everybody" ambition, as unrelatable as it is to Gladion. So:]

If anyone would... [It'd be Leo! Gladion certainly wouldn't. It's a compliment wearing a mask of exasperation. He stands up from the counter and wanders across into the living room, past Silvally's couch.] Everybody? [Surely even you have limits, though!]

Don't worry, I'll make sure my privileges come back to you too when we hangin'. [He does preen a little at the passing compliment.

And the former turtle follows, urge to pat the dog intense but he restrains himself to shooting casual finger gun back at Silvally in passing.] Everybody. If people know your name, you've made it big.

Sides, Big G, if you know everybody, you know how to pull a few strings. [He loves building a good strategy.]

[Silvally has one eye closed to show that it is chilling but one eye open to show that it is paying attention to you.]

I'm not questioning that part. [He grabs the chair he was working at the table in, and spins it around to sit in it sideways (because of his back leaves). There are a few other, probably more comfortable seats lying around for Leo's use.] More wondering if this really is just a get-everyone's-name plan, or if it's a...more friendly endeavor. Not even you could be on good terms with every monster at once.

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[The former mutant shoves his shack into his mouth, just letting it hang there as he claims a chair less gracefully. He plonks down comfortably. He grabs his snack by its packaging to draw it back and eat it more normally now.]

Hey, I can try. If not, Redemption Arc will kick off. I mean, my baby brother redeemed the weird guy who made us, so, anyone can jump ship to being less of a jerk.

[That is both oddly hopeful and immensely stupid on Leo's part, but he's casual about it.]

[It's

yeah it's that. Clearly he means well, though, so Gladion isn't, like, mad about it.

Also he can't be mad at someone who's talking about the weird guy who made him. Speaking of which, Silvally twists its head around to continue staring at Leo.]

Not...exactly what I meant. [How should he put this.] It's the people you'll have to pick between that I'm wondering about. The middle of a feud is a risky place to be.

[And...other situations...]

Love to tell you this, Big G, that's already my life back home. [He chews at his snack idly, trying to not crumb everywhere. He is a polite menace.] Draxum, weird alchemist scientist whose a wanted criminal, my freaky creator- now friendly with us, but weird to our actual pops. Like kidnapped my pops for experimenting on or whatever to make an army of yokai. My bros and I were like the only results from that, so [He waves a lazy hand uncaring about that part.]

Then there is pop's sort of giant spider ex girlfriend who kidnapped him for a couple of years to fight in a battle tournament, but they maybe have a thing again, I dunno. I do not ask. She and Drax don't like each other either.

That's not including like the whole Foot Clan stuff already going on, since they're technically a branch of our family who want to summon weird deadly stuff including my evil great great great great grandpa, whose a demon.

[At about the eight-second mark, Gladion realizes that this is going to take a moment, and settles back a little with this expression of pensive focus.

...

He's actually following this. Frankly it's not that complicated? There's a mad scientist, them and their "actual" father, and their father's weird nefarious ex-lover. And then some background family drama. Lore! Neat! More extensive than he expected from the details he'd absorbed before, but whatever.

Nod after all that...]

So, between Draxum and the spider - how do you balance that out?

Carefully. [He takes another bite of his snack, using the chew time to ponder a proper answer.] Mostly, reminding Drax he threw me off a roof once, and telling the spider, Big Mama, that I'm still technically champion of her area.

Mostly just being chill, mildly getting in their business as needed. Its all about balance. About everyone letting Mikey bully them a little since he's the baby of the family.

[...Fascinating. Leo is talking about this in terms of being friendly, but what he's describing is, like...power.

What Gladion considers the key element here hasn't come up yet, though. His brow furrows a little.]

Is "having enough leverage to keep them from complaining" the same thing as actually being friendly with both of them?

[To Leo, it isn't really power, as much as everyone just kind of getting along generally. And being fine with backstabbing.]

I guess? I mean, they complain plenty. Mostly Drax. [He shrugs casually.] Drax is more settled into human society, dealing with working as a lunch lady, yadda yadda. Donnie and I don't like Drax much, but we're nice to him, he's nice enough to us.

Big Mama mostly complains about Pops not coming back to fight as her champion, but, thats their own thing. I'm not getting involved in that. Big Mama will deffo betray us at some point, but, we'll beat her, easy enough.

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rise of tmnt spoilers, LMAO

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