[ If there's a world where Raph doesn't have 1.5+ eyes or ears on the nearest little brother at all times, that must be a world he's not in.
It ain't much, but it's honest work, digging around for fridges. Nice and straightforward. Fun way to kill time and get some lifting in. Donnie is elbow-deep in car stuff, right over there, and Raph can hear him clinking around a little bit in the spaces where he's not personally making a huge racket.
When his right eye starts itching, he doesn't think too much about it. It's not back to 100% yet, he's out in the dark doing work with a bunch of grimy old stuff, it's probably gonna bug him. So he doesn't rub at it, in the learned manner of someone who got their hand slapped away from their face a lot the first few days after the invasion, gets back to his excavating instead. It's a good night. Donnie's in a good mood. It's fine.
When half his vision cuts out entirely like it's connected to a secret light switch somewhere, file that down under the sort of instant, rib-crushing panic that ends with him accidentally ripping the door off of this fridge wholesale. Not just gone, not just cut, but a pressure, half-familiar, like there's something out of place, something growing--
Freezes him. Cuts his breath short. Very bad, probably, he thinks. ]
Dee?
[ It shouldn't be loud enough to travel. He should have to scrape a thought together, try again. Shouldn't be quiet enough to get through, with him not making a racket.
His brother isn't rattling car parts around anymore.
(ALONE?)
But it hasn't been a minute, Donnie was right there, he just checked.
Raph turns and can't seem to get eyes-- eye?-- on him and it's maybe the most terrifying thing of all. ]
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It ain't much, but it's honest work, digging around for fridges. Nice and straightforward. Fun way to kill time and get some lifting in. Donnie is elbow-deep in car stuff, right over there, and Raph can hear him clinking around a little bit in the spaces where he's not personally making a huge racket.
When his right eye starts itching, he doesn't think too much about it. It's not back to 100% yet, he's out in the dark doing work with a bunch of grimy old stuff, it's probably gonna bug him. So he doesn't rub at it, in the learned manner of someone who got their hand slapped away from their face a lot the first few days after the invasion, gets back to his excavating instead. It's a good night. Donnie's in a good mood. It's fine.
When half his vision cuts out entirely like it's connected to a secret light switch somewhere, file that down under the sort of instant, rib-crushing panic that ends with him accidentally ripping the door off of this fridge wholesale. Not just gone, not just cut, but a pressure, half-familiar, like there's something out of place, something growing--
Freezes him. Cuts his breath short. Very bad, probably, he thinks. ]
Dee?
[ It shouldn't be loud enough to travel. He should have to scrape a thought together, try again. Shouldn't be quiet enough to get through, with him not making a racket.
His brother isn't rattling car parts around anymore.
(ALONE?)
But it hasn't been a minute, Donnie was right there, he just checked.
Raph turns and can't seem to get eyes-- eye?-- on him and it's maybe the most terrifying thing of all. ]