Author's Notes (Edit): Hey guys! Welcome to this story! It takes place after Parasitica. Before we start, I'd like to thank my Beta: ThisCatalyst'sPen.

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To Err is Human

Patience Test

"Patience is power. Patience is not an absence of action; rather it is 'timing', it waits on the right time to act, for the right principles and in the right way."

Donnie believed he worked better in the dark, though that had little to do with ninjutsu or the starless black blanket that stretched above New York. The fact that his brain sprouted ideas whenever the lights went out was a coincidence. He meant the metaphor. With his family kept in the dark, Donnie could run the most risky lab tests.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he focused on not dropping the chemical into anything other than the Petri dish before him.

"Training time, guys! Rise and shine!"

Donatello jumped in his seat at Leonardo's unwelcomed wake up call. Thankfully, the formula he'd been working with had chosen to remain contained. Careful so the liquid wouldn't spill, Donatello put the test tube back on its container. His glare landed on the unfinished work. It would have to wait until after training.

"Donnie! Get your butt down here!" Raphael banged his fists against what was, probably, a soon to be repaired door.

As Donnie made his way out, his gaze shifted towards a glass surface by the far corner of the lab. A soft glow stood out between heavy equipment, failed experiments. It reminded him of a fish tank in a closed pet store. He let out a long sigh.

"Rise and shine, Tim."

And shine Tim did. Literally.

His brothers were already kneeling by the time he arrived at the dojo, listening to Sensei's instructions. Donnie knelt between Raph and Mikey. The latter wasted no time to beam at him. "Donnie! Where were you dude? I almost had to go up against Raph and Leo on my own!"

So, they were sparring in pairs. Why not? The last encounter between the A and B teams hadn't been humiliating enough. "Don't worry Mikey; I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"I seriously hope so, Donatello." Splinter towered over him. "Perhaps you would like to explain why you are late?"

"Well 'like' is not the term I would use, Sensei-" One glance at his father was enough to stop, think and rephrase. "...Sorry, Sensei, I guess, I overslept. It won't happen again." He hoped he didn't look as tired as he felt.

"I hope so, my son. Timing is one of a ninja's most powerful weapons, whether it is used to strike at the right moment- or to be on time for training. It reflects responsibility, dedication." Splinter paced towards the tree, the signal to start the sparring part of their session. "In other words, if you do not wish to be here, nobody is stopping you from leaving."

They stood up. Donnie took his place next to Mikey. It wasn't until Sensei was out of hearing range, that Michelangelo muttered, "Harsh... don't worry dude, Leo and Raph got it worse before you got here. You should have seen it-"

"Michelangelo." Sensei warned. Mikey smartly closed his mouth. They all knew not to risk further scolding.

Even if Splinter was reasonable, patient, he wouldn't stand for lack of respect towards their art.

He hadn't approved of Donatello training Tim.

Donnie's heart wrenched. It all went back to Timothy in the end. But, in a way, Donnie was glad it did.

It had taken him a few sleep deprived weeks, but last night, finally, something had worked. Mutagen had worked. He hadn't managed to transform Tim's goo into human DNA, but getting a reaction that didn't involve disintegration was progress. After long awaited results, he'd welcomed the excitement of discovery, no matter how basic. Like a toxin, mutagen held the key to cure mutation...

Splinter's 'Hajime!' brought him back to a match he was not ready for. It started with exhaustion and ended with a blade threatening his neck. It wasn't much of a surprise that Leo hadn't broken a sweat, while Donnie had almost broken something.

He was ready to go back to the lab when laughter met his ears. On the center of the dojo, Raph was having a hard time with Mikey's quick jabs and jumps. Donnie shook his head. It was always like this. Mikey took his battles like a joke and Raph put him back in his place: the floor. It wouldn't be long until-

"Booyakasha!" Mikey brought down Raph with a kick to the plastron. Splinter declared their match done.

As the dojo emptied, Donatello couldn't help but feel a stab of jealously piercing inside him towards his brother, who even though younger and more unfocused, had the natural talent and potential he obviously lacked...

He decided he rather skip breakfast and started heading to the lab.

Then Mikey, who had waited for him, elbowed his arm. "C'mon dude, April's making breakfast!"

As if on cue, the scent of something sweet caught his nostrils. Donnie's mouth watered and the goofiest of smiles graced his lips... pancakes, April. "What are we waiting for?"

When they entered the kitchen, she was standing over a fry pan. Everyone else starved at the table. April didn't know it, but carrying a plate full of hot pancakes could cost her hands in this household.

"Whoa! You guys were hungry!" She backed off once the snatch festival started.

At least, Leo had the decency to thank her after taking a pancake from the plate.

Raph also said something of the sort, but with his mouth full it was hard to tell. He gulped down and served himself two more helpings. "This is amazing! Almost as good as pizza!"

"No way, dude." Michelangelo countered in a dangerous voice. "Nothing is better than pizza. No offense, April."

"I didn't say it was, but it's a darn good close second," Raph replied shoving a pancake in his mouth.

"Chew your food, Raphael." Master Splinter shook his head helplessly, then turned towards April. "Thank you April, this is most tasty."

"Thanks, Master Splinter. I had to learn to cook 'cuz my dad always ended up burning the kitchen whenever he tried." April laughed then added seriously, "No joke."

"Dude, that's just like Leo!" Mikey beamed, receiving a glare.

"Hey, that's not true!" Leonardo objected. "...I don't always burn the food."

"Dude, just ask Donnie how many times he has put the toaster back together after you entered the kitchen," said Mikey and Donnie rolled his eyes.

"No more times than you breaking every other appliance in the house."

"Well that settles it!" Mikey crossed his arms. "...Hey!"

Donnie snickered, moving towards the coffee pot. He served himself a mug and sipped the much needed warm beverage before sitting down next to April. Wow. Even the way she ate was perfect.

When April cleared her throat, Donnie realized he had been staring at her again. He turned away; his cheeks burning up. Ignoring the smug looks on his brothers' faces, Donnie reached for a pancake only to frown at the clearly empty plate.

Mikey burped; Raph picked his teeth with the end of his sai. Both were smiling, completely guiltless.

It was all it took. Donnie stood up. "Fine, I wasn't hungry anyways." He stomped out the kitchen.

Once he reached the living room, April trailed behind him. Her footsteps betrayed her silence. When he turned, his grumpiness became nonexistent. How could she make him feel better just by standing there was beyond him.

"Hey," she said with her perfect smile and offered him a mug. Donnie recognized it as his forgotten coffee. "Thought you might need this."

"Oh," he mumbled, taking the mug. "Thanks April."

"You okay?" She asked after a moment. "I noticed you weren't yourself back there."

Donnie grasped the mug closer to his plastron. "I'm fine, April. Just a little tired."

"I'm serious Donnie. It's not just this morning. You've been kind of - moody lately - and that's coming from the girl whose life has changed dramatically in the last couple of months."

He half laughed at that. "I know, and you're right. I've just been a bit more stressed lately. But I'm trying to deal with it. It has nothing to do with you."

"I never said it did." April reeled back. She looked directly into his eyes. "Donnie, are you like this because of me?"

"What? No!" Donnie yelled. "What on earth gave you that idea? I just said it's not because of you! I like you living down here with me!" His eyes widened in horror at what he had just said. "- With us! I meant with my family. Not that you're not part of the family, you- you are! -To me at least! But not like a married couple or something like that, no, that's- that's gross! Not that I would consider it gross to marry you, I mean any boy would be lucky to have you -"

"Donnie!" April stopped him. Donatello wanted to hug her. Who knew what his mouth would have blurted out otherwise.

Then the strangest and most wonderful thing happened. April hugged him. April hugged him. It wasn't like the time she received him after the TCRI building fiasco; an embrace of relief and worry. This was a hug of friendship and trust.

"It's going to be okay," she said pulling away.

Donnie was blushing. He prayed the green in his face would hide it. Still in some kind of shock, his hands concentrated on not letting the mug drop. It took him a moment to realize April wasn't done.

"I don't know what's going on, but if you want to talk to someone, I'll be here and I'll try to understand," she said like it was the simplest thing. She was practically a sixteen year old orphan living in the sewers and running from both aliens and ninjas. Her life had changed because of them, because of him, and yet she was trying to cheer him up.

She gave him a soft smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. Donnie stared at her retreating form. Mostly on cruise control he brought the mug to his lips and took a long sip.

"Yuck!" He spat it back in the mug. His snout winced with disgust.

He hated cold coffee.

April liked to think she was a patient person. But right now she felt like strangling Michelangelo.

"Mikey, for the last time, I don't know what's wrong with him."

From the moment she had entered the kitchen, he hadn't stopped babbling. "But what did he say, April? Is he mad about the broken microwave again? Because that was totally not my fault! Do you think I should go apologize? Maybe bring him pizza or-"

"Look," Leonardo said in his best leader voice. "Whatever's been bothering Donnie, will pass. He just needs some time and he'll come around."

"Yeah, and if he doesn't, I'll just drag him out of his lab." Raphael leaned against the counter before gulping the rest of his orange juice.

"But I can totally cheer him up!" Mikey whined and got a smack to his head, courtesy of Raph.

"Leonardo is right, Michelangelo," Splinter said catching everyone's attention. "Donatello has to learn to deal with his inner demons by himself. It is not something you ought to assist him with, my son."

The room went quiet. An unspoken issue hung in the air. It was Leo who summoned the courage to speak up. "I agree Sensei, but I'm still worried about him. I don't think leaving him completely alone is the best thing... We haven't seen Donnie at all, except for training, and some meals."

Sensei ignored this because the turtles and Splinter had different eating schedules. And lately Donatello skipped at least one meal a day. "Has he not been going to your night patrols?"

Leo shook his head but Raphael beat him to the answer. "Nah, he's gone all hermit in his lab."

"Yeah," Mikey added. "He wouldn't even let us look. I mean it's not like its rocket science or something."

"Mikey, he never lets you look," Leo said.

"Well do you know what he's been doing down there?" Mikey refuted.

Leo raised a finger to reply. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"And how long has this been going on?" Splinter asked. They glanced at each other. Sensei was not going to like the answer.

"A couple of weeks, Sensei," April said.

Torturous silence passed. Then Splinter cleared his throat and stood up. "I think I've heard enough." His gaze shifted towards his sons. "Do not disturb your brother; clearly something is troubling his mind."

"Hai Sensei," they said in unison, yet reluctance.

Seeing as breakfast was over, Leonardo started clearing the table, as it was his turn to do the dishes. After putting away the food supplies in the fridge, Michelangelo and Raphael started making their way out the kitchen.

"Just a moment you two," Splinter called. "Will you please assist Leonardo with his chores today?"

Mikey frowned. He opened his mouth but Raphael elbowed him in the stomach. After a muted quarrel, they complied.

April observed the family interaction and wondered if she should have walked out long ago. She felt out of place -more than usual. She muttered a thanks to the guys for doing the dishes and moved towards the living room.

"April." Splinter placed a paw on her shoulder. "A word if you please?" He gestured towards the dojo.

Upon entering, April gulped. A bad feeling crept inside her drum of a heart.

"Don't worry April, you are not in trouble." Whether Splinter sensed her uneasiness out of his ninja perceptiveness or his fatherly instinct, she was not sure. "I ordered Michelangelo and Raphael to help Leonardo so that no one would interrupt our conversation. Or eavesdrop on it, for that matter."

April nodded in relief and Sensei cut right to the chase. "I summoned you because I want you to pay a close eye on Donatello."

She blinked. "But, I thought you wanted us to leave him alone, so he could figure it out on his own?"

Splinter shook his head. "I want Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo to leave him be. Because they are his brothers and he wouldn't open up to them like he would to you."

Why? Because he has a crush on me? April thought defiantly; indignation rising in her cheeks. It sounded like Splinter wanted her to manipulate Donnie into opening up.

But catching her facial expression Splinter replied, "Because you are his friend and he needs you more than anyone else. Donatello can fight his inner battles by himself, I am certain of that. But sometimes we are more successful if we let someone in. Especially if that someone is not as close as our family."

As much as April wanted to tell Splinter where to put his suggestion, she understood his logic. After all, she had experienced that first hand.

There were some things you just didn't tell your family.

She would tell her friends all about her crush on the foreign student or another crisis of the day, like hair trouble - meanwhile her father would be left wondering what the heck was wrong. It wasn't a nice thing to do, but she was a teenager – and so was Donnie.

Because she was an outsider, the turtles felt more comfortable around her to share their feelings. At least Leo had, when he told her about Karai.

Donnie would probably feel the same. But that didn't mean he was going to open up all of the sudden. April had to let him come to her first. That was what she had told Donnie minutes ago. Wait – had Splinter heard that? "I don't know, Sensei. Donnie's been shutting everyone out lately, including me. I'm not sure he'll appreciate me intruding."

Splinter massaged the bridge of his muzzle. "I'm not asking you to eavesdrop on my son, April. I just want you to make sure he's not going to hurt himself."

"But do you really need me to do that? I mean Leo is more reasonable than I am; Mikey's really good at making him yell; if Donnie snapped at him -"

"As your sensei, I am suggesting you to take this as an exercise for your Kunoichi training. You will learn the art of patience and deduction," he said seriously before his gaze softened. Red- brownish eyes met hers. "As a father, I am begging you, to find out if my son is a danger to himself."

Okay, how the heck could she say 'no' to that?

"Hai, Sensei." April bowed her head. She stood up and made her way to the empty living room. Letting out a heavy sigh, she slumped on the couch. She turned on the TV in hopes to hear something other than her own thoughts.

It wasn't fair. This was supposed to be her day off training. What stopped Splinter from asking Donatello himself? It wasn't like Donnie would tell him to screw it; he was his father.

Maybe Master Splinter knew how to deal with his sons when it came to ninjutsu or little quirks like Raphael's temper or Leonardo's insecurities. But when it came to – whatever it was that bothered a super genius, he was lost. Donnie's problems often had to do with some sort of gadget or chemical Splinter didn't comprehend. But she did – kind of.

It made sense. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

"I'm telling you dude, there's no way pancakes are better than pizza." Michelangelo entered the living room, frowning in deep concentration. "Maybe they would be if there were a pancake flavored pizza. Or a pizza flavored pancake! Oh man, I just blew your mind didn't I?"

It was as if Raph hadn't listened. He followed the conversation with an entirely different topic. "I just don't get why Donnie was off the hook! I'm angry all the time and Splinter never lets me skip chores!"

He had finally found the injustice of it all. Oh Raph, April thought about her own task, believe me, you would rather do the dishes.

Steps ahead of them, Leo reached the TV area. He positioned himself in his favorite spot on the carpet and grabbed the remote. He turned towards her hopefully. "Hey April, you mind if I change the channel? Space Heroes is on."

April glanced at the infomercial she hadn't even paid attention to. "Go ahead, I wasn't watching anything."

A click later, Leonardo was pulled inside the world of Captain Ryan and that other guy who always freaked out. Why the heck he enjoyed that show, April would never understand. Luckily, she didn't have to. One mutant ninja turtle at a time, April.

Science wasn't like turning on a light switch. It took time, dedication and lots of coffee.

After making sure the lab door was locked, Donnie built up theories and formulas. Mutagen was unstable, so Donatello made sure that whatever he mixed wouldn't cause more damage than good.

So here he was, holding a beaker with a sample of his original formula and a dropper with mutagen. He breathed in and out before letting it drop in the container.

Like water and oil, the two substances stood apart.

Donatello frowned. Last night this same formula had mixed just fine with the mutagen. It seemed it needed an organic catalyst after all. Without it, both the mutagen and the chemicals didn't blend.

According to fact, mutagen reacted only to living things. He had already tried the formula on Tim's goo, and seen it countless of times across the city. But he had to see the reaction this specific formula had with any mutant.

Donatello sighed realizing evading the answer would do him no good. The mutagen could react to his DNA as well. "This is how Thomas Alva Edison created the light bulb," he said pulling a pair of nail clippers from a drawer and chipping the edge of his finger nail. Satisfied, he dropped the DNA sample on a mutagen-less formula.

He knew his nail would end like Tim's goo if he poured the mutagen now, so he took out the hydrocarbon sample he'd stored from the Kraang's submarine base and poured a bit into the new formula.

Finally, he added the mutagen and backed away.

Disappointment washed over him when nothing happened. If anything, the formula only mixed up with the explosive chemical. It rested in the container like ordinary grape juice – with a turtle nail in it.

Donnie let out an exasperated breath. He didn't understand. The formula should have worked with mutagen, the Kraang catalyzer and the organic sample. It did nothing to his DNA.

"Maybe I'm over thinking this." Donnie approached the table and stared miserably at his work. But not finding anything useful in his notes he grew even more frustrated. He had been so close. He had been working on this for weeks now, yet he still stumbled into dead ends.

He couldn't ask anyone for help because he was the only one in the family that knew something about this. He was the only one who thought it had been a good idea to encourage Tim into this crazy ninja world. What had he been thinking? He had ruined a person's life, because he had been afraid to say 'no'. He had known from the start it was a bad idea to train Tim. Sensei had warned him...

This whole mess was his fault. No. It wasn't his entire fault. Donnie had warned Timothy until the very end. The idiot still hadn't listened to him. It was as much as Tim's fault as it was Donatello's. But that lone thought didn't make him feel any better.

Suppressing the feeling of throwing everything off the table, Donatello headed for the door. He gripped the handle and tried to turn it.

A growl escaped him. It was stuck. Growing moodier by the second, in a very Raph like reaction he prepared himself to kick the darn thing open. Then he remembered it was locked.

He shook his head and secretly blamed the lack of sleep. After unlocking the door Donatello pushed it open with a little more force than he had intended to.

He needed to take out his stress on something.

A marathon of Space Heroes later and April was mentally and emotionally drained. The waiting was driving her crazy. One would think living with mutants in the sewers would be far more eventful than this. She stood up. Okay April, time to grab this turtle by the shell. Her feet stomped towards the lab, ready to kick the door in if necessary.

"April, I don't think that's a good idea-" Leo raised a finger, but she sent him an impatient look that shut him up. Very meekly, Leonardo turned back to the comfort zone that was Space Heroes.

"Well this should be interesting, Spike." Raphael told the pet turtle on his shoulder and crossed his arms. He looked like he wanted some pop-corn. Spike chewed on his leaf.

Just before she knocked on the door, it literally slammed open in her face. April fell to the ground, butt first.

She grabbed her nose; it started leaking. Leo and Raph were instantly at her side and someone's hands were already pulling her to her feet while mumbling a thousand apologetic words a minute.

"April! I am so sorry! I didn't realize you were out here! I'm just- sorry Jeez! I didn't know! Are you okay? Oh God, you're bleeding! I'm sorry, let me just look at it – ow!" April elbowed Donatello. He had touched her sore nose.

Her elbow sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. April grumbled a few unlady-like words. Why the heck did turtles have such hard plastrons? Uh – never mind. Raph and Leo guided her towards the sofa and sat her down next to Spike.

At some point Mikey came back into the living room, covered in what appeared to be pizza sauce and brown sugar. His run-on questions incited a headache. Luckily, good old Raph came to her rescue and hit him on the back of the head.

April leaned back on the couch. She had not noticed Donnie's disappearance, until he emerged from his lab. He rushed towards her, arms full of medical supplies. Cotton balls, bandages, disinfectant, a pulse measuring thingy, - God, April had seen a freaking defibrillator between all the stuff.

"Donnie, don't you think that's a little too much?" She said and ended up wincing when her nose increased the flowing of blood. "Seriously guys, I'm fine. Just accidentally got hit by the door."

"Really? 'Cuz to me it looked like Donnie hit you with the door," Raph said.

"By accident!" Donatello's cheeks flared up. He took one of the cotton balls and put them inside April's nostrils before apologizing yet again.

"Way to impress a girl dude." Mikey patted Donnie on the back.

"The important thing is that April is okay." Leo smiled brightly. Donatello gave him a dry stare and Leonardo chuckled. "Mostly, anyways."

"Don't worry dudes! You'll all feel better after you see what I've been working on!" Everyone's eyes turned towards a very excited Mikey. "It's my new invention that will put all other lair inventions to the ground! - No offense Donnie. It's the perfect dish, the one that will blow your minds and you won't be able to live another day of your lives without it! The most tastyfull of all things tastyfull -"

"Just get on with it!" Raphael groaned. Mikey pouted at being interrupted but continued with a grin.

"Lady! Turtles of all ages! - And Raph!" Mikey rushed into the kitchen and came back seconds later carrying a giant bowl. He bounced on the couch, extended his arms, and shoved the bowl towards their faces. April could only identify its contents as cheese-red-sauce-cupcakes.

"I give you, the Pizza-cakes!"

Everyone's eyes were on the bowl before landing back on Mikey. Poor little creature, oblivious to the unappealing frowns regarding the food.

"You do realize that sounds even nastier than the time you did the flan-pizza thing." Raphael wrinkled his snout.

"Huh? Oh yeah I remember that," Mikey mumbled to himself and then pushed the bowl towards them. "But don't worry dudes; this one is completely fool proof! Who wants to try one first?"

"I- uh – would love to, but Splinter says too much junk food can be dangerous for – leading. I'm sure Raph and Donnie won't have a problem." This earned Leo a vicious glare from Raphael.

Ignoring his brother, Leo returned to his seat in front of the TV. Mikey shrugged his shoulders while muttering, 'Your loss, dude.' He turned to his next victim. "How about you, April?"

She waved her hand as if she was sea sick. She probably was. "I'll pass."

Mikey pouted. Before he could get any ideas, Raphael said, "I wouldn't even if you paid me."

Donnie had been tip-toeing back to the safety of his lab, when huge broken baby blue eyes landed on him. Donatello cursed. Not the puppy-turtle face! He pleaded silently at Leo and Raph for help but neither paid him any attention.

Not a surprise. It was every turtle for himself.

Michelangelo's lower lip started quivering slightly and Donatello could have sworn he saw two perfectly artistic tears sprouting from his little brother's eyes.

"I guess I could try one." Donnie forced out with a grimace.

Mikey beamed, tears gone and eyes normal sized.

Donnie closed his own and took a tentative bite out of the – thing. The Pizza-cake melted in his mouth and he swallowed. This stuff wasn't actually half bad. It had a sweet flavor but it still tasted most like pizza. The texture was warm, cheesy and- The heck with it, he loved these pizza-cakes!

Moments later Donatello was devouring the bowl. The occupants in the living room were gaping at him like he had grown another head.

"What?" He said with a mouth half full. Something that Michelangelo would do. "I didn't get breakfast; you have no right to judge me."

"He is actually eating something Mikey baked," Leo staggered, looking no less than if he were in some sort of Twilight zone.

"Willingly," Raph added with disgust.

"You guys are just jealous 'cuz Donnie has a sophisticated palate." Mikey pointed a wooden spoon towards his brothers. A few drops of tomato sauce fell onto the floor.

"I'm just surprised you used the words 'sophisticated' and 'palate' correctly in one sentence." Donatello raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks, I got that phrase from TV," Mikey commented smugly, ignoring the under the surface insult.

"Well, I guess sometimes things that usually don't go well together make a good -" A coughing fit interrupted whatever April was going to say. She grabbed one of the napkins Mikey had brought along. When it ended, she glanced down and cringed at the sight. Blood. "Uh, must have swallowed that."

"You all right, April?" Leo was at her side again placing a hand on her shoulder in concern.

"I'm fine." April dismissed. "I think that was all the blood."

True to statement, she took out the cotton from her nostrils and could breathe just fine as if nothing had happened.

"Let me take care of that." Having gulped the last pizza-cake in the bowl, Donatello grasped the dirty instruments and supplies. She gave him a thankful smile.

For his part, Donnie had no qualms about taking care of April. He had been the one who caused the accident in the first place.

As soon as he entered the lab, his mind travelled to the experiment. He barely heard Leonardo entering the lab. "Are you coming patrolling tonight, Donnie?"

Donatello considered it. Paranoia overlapped the urge to decline. He'd been avoiding patrols for the past three days. Leo could tell Splinter. "Just let me just put these notes away and I'll be right there."

At the small victory, Leonardo left. Donnie turned back to the blood stained cotton. Blood. If the key to make the formula work was a DNA sample, maybe April's could help.

"Of course." Donnie placed the cotton balls into a glass container. Remorse rose up his throat. Or maybe that was just the Pizza-cake. He gulped down early guilt. His mind was made up and it formed another lie. Donatello exited the lab, determined to put up the best performance he could. He didn't bother to shut the door.

He'd come back in a few minutes.

A/N: I know this is long and a bit slow. I apologize for all the information, but it needed to be explained. So, thank you if you've read this far. I promise the next chapter will have more action. :)

Read you later!

-Lari.