[ Rather than logical investigative work, Raphael is engaging in one of the Hamato clan's most time-tested and ancient arts: simply brute forcing focus on literally anything that's not his current situation, as a means to function. Healthy. Stable. Ol' reliable.
He ditches the fridge door. Puts a palm over his eye and presses, like trying to alleviate a headache, tries to make his breathing even out.
He's fine, because he says so. He's fine because he needs to find his brother. Panicking doesn't keep Donnie safe, so it has to stay off the table right now. He can move. He still has one good eye. So he's fine, and it'll stay fine, and they'll both get home safe. And if something's in his head somehow despite the fact there's been no sign of that whatsoever until right now, if there's Kraang left in him somewhere--
Raph presses harder, instinctive, forces his hands not to shake.
He'll tear it out again. He did it before. Anything that's in there, he can claw it down to the root and keep ripping until it's gone for real-
So the bright sides of a hundred percent absolutely getting jumpscared by Donatello bumping into him are a) he no longer has to canvas the junkyard on a Donnie hunt and b) it really takes a hammer to the odds of going full 'animal with one leg stuck in a trap' thought spiral. No longer required, busy with: jumping a foot in the air due to local nerd. ]
Donnie. Hey, we gotta-- [ Wait, bumped into him. Donnie bumped into him? Accidental physical contact? Did he miss something while he was having his freakout? ] What happened?
[ Look, the eye thing can wait two extra seconds. It's not gonna get more blind. He's pretty sure that's science. If something's up with both of them at the same time, though... real worst case scenario for what was supposed to just be a fun little errand. ]
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He ditches the fridge door. Puts a palm over his eye and presses, like trying to alleviate a headache, tries to make his breathing even out.
He's fine, because he says so. He's fine because he needs to find his brother. Panicking doesn't keep Donnie safe, so it has to stay off the table right now. He can move. He still has one good eye. So he's fine, and it'll stay fine, and they'll both get home safe. And if something's in his head somehow despite the fact there's been no sign of that whatsoever until right now, if there's Kraang left in him somewhere--
Raph presses harder, instinctive, forces his hands not to shake.
He'll tear it out again. He did it before. Anything that's in there, he can claw it down to the root and keep ripping until it's gone for real-
So the bright sides of a hundred percent absolutely getting jumpscared by Donatello bumping into him are a) he no longer has to canvas the junkyard on a Donnie hunt and b) it really takes a hammer to the odds of going full 'animal with one leg stuck in a trap' thought spiral. No longer required, busy with: jumping a foot in the air due to local nerd. ]
Donnie. Hey, we gotta-- [ Wait, bumped into him. Donnie bumped into him? Accidental physical contact? Did he miss something while he was having his freakout? ] What happened?
[ Look, the eye thing can wait two extra seconds. It's not gonna get more blind. He's pretty sure that's science. If something's up with both of them at the same time, though... real worst case scenario for what was supposed to just be a fun little errand. ]