The same spikes — and yet different from what Donnie can remember.
When he finds him, Raph is stooping to get a closer look at the flowers sprinkled among the purples and violets, hesitantly letting a large turtle finger hover over the cluster set somewhere in front of him. It's at the last second he decides not to touch anything — something something about not touching things even if they appear safe and touchable, or if it doesn't belong to him, he doesn't quite remember the full extent of the warning — only to poke at it when trying to withdraw.
Panic rises with a little noise as he makes sure once, twice that the flowers aren't damaged. "Petals are all accounted for," he mutters to himself, then glancing at his finger. After a beat, he finally blows out a sigh when he's sure nothing has changed. "No weird rashes or breakouts. Okay, good! I think it's time I should scoot..."
It's only then he suddenly realizes he isn't alone.
Think, Raph, think! He tries not to flail about, keeping his arms close to his sides as he garbles his words. "Sorry! Didn't mean to intrude— !"
Any further explanation he is supposed to come up with on the fly dies on his tongue once he turns to see his brother there. Blinking twice to be sure his eyes aren't betraying him.
It takes the large turtle a few silent breaths to try again, this time stuck on a name rather than a sentence.
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When he finds him, Raph is stooping to get a closer look at the flowers sprinkled among the purples and violets, hesitantly letting a large turtle finger hover over the cluster set somewhere in front of him. It's at the last second he decides not to touch anything — something something about not touching things even if they appear safe and touchable, or if it doesn't belong to him, he doesn't quite remember the full extent of the warning — only to poke at it when trying to withdraw.
Panic rises with a little noise as he makes sure once, twice that the flowers aren't damaged. "Petals are all accounted for," he mutters to himself, then glancing at his finger. After a beat, he finally blows out a sigh when he's sure nothing has changed. "No weird rashes or breakouts. Okay, good! I think it's time I should scoot..."
It's only then he suddenly realizes he isn't alone.
Think, Raph, think! He tries not to flail about, keeping his arms close to his sides as he garbles his words. "Sorry! Didn't mean to intrude— !"
Any further explanation he is supposed to come up with on the fly dies on his tongue once he turns to see his brother there. Blinking twice to be sure his eyes aren't betraying him.
It takes the large turtle a few silent breaths to try again, this time stuck on a name rather than a sentence.
"...Donnie?"