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This was the largest room in his mansion. He had it custom-made. It's size was about eight times bigger than the other rooms. There were shelves after shelves of books. Mostly literature, science, and history. He didn't let anyone in his study, so it was never cleaned or organized by the maids. Just a bunch of dusty books scattered around or in piles. Everything was hazy. A light cloud of smoke hovered almost every inch of the sofa. This was the room Donatello just sat in and thought. Sometimes it was a place were he was allowed to not think. A place where he could get drunk. But he became so lost in the absence of thinking, he didn't hear the knocking, or the door opening, or the footsteps that echoed though the room. When he saw Emery's blurred figure, He still wasn't thinking. He took his coat and lied on the arm rest. He couldn't think, even though something inside him wanted to yell at Emery he couldn't. But that little demon inside of him let out a few words. "Why are you here?" it wasn't much of a question, more of a demand. He liked the silence of his study, the emptiness. He stood up, kicked the empty vodka bottle aside, and tried to walk to his desk which was covered in piles of papers, leaning on it for support. But no, he slipped and tried to hold on to Emery. Instead He brought him down to. They landed on the sofa. He tried to get up but Emery's weight didn't let him. The alcohol had taken complete control of his body and he kissed him. And after 5 minutes of making out, Donatello fell asleep.Great timing.