[That's Lupin all right, not feeling right but being damnably sure not to show it as much as he could. He had taken to lying low like a sniper to practice targeting in the beginning, so as to not run into consequences caused by his other problems. Until he had gotten used to the meditative practices that Luke was doing with him, and the basic dance movements that Adele was teaching him, he didn't want to risk knowledge of his problems getting out too quickly. He had his pride to consider, and didn't want half of the village coddling him like his close friends were.
He enters the break room and leans back against a wall, his eyes closed against the vertigo that was following with the needy hunger of a stray dog. Donatello would notice that the glasses he was wearing were anomalous--he's worn them before, but rarely in public. They had become a physical focusing tool at this point, but Lupin thought that they were starting to work.
The thought that his body may just be getting over the initial shock of his death and following penalty never crossed his mind.]
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He enters the break room and leans back against a wall, his eyes closed against the vertigo that was following with the needy hunger of a stray dog. Donatello would notice that the glasses he was wearing were anomalous--he's worn them before, but rarely in public. They had become a physical focusing tool at this point, but Lupin thought that they were starting to work.
The thought that his body may just be getting over the initial shock of his death and following penalty never crossed his mind.]