The purple-masked turtlekin groans, eyes flickering open before squeezing shut again as he winces, hissing as pain spasms through him. Thankfully he's got his battle shell on, the flat interlocking plates strapped over his jacket saving his soft shell from a worse impact.
Distantly he hears Raph, and he tries to force his eyes open again. He barely makes out Kanna's face past the blurriness and vaguely registers that she's holding him up.
"R-raph..." he stammers, trying to gather himself to move.
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Date: 2025-04-12 07:55 am (UTC)Distantly he hears Raph, and he tries to force his eyes open again. He barely makes out Kanna's face past the blurriness and vaguely registers that she's holding him up.
"R-raph..." he stammers, trying to gather himself to move.