It would have been fine! Raw rice never hurt him before! Just like everything else he eats if he's able to gulp it down without intervention. So this should have been no different...
Until that happens.
"—WHUF?!"
Inward folds Raph from the unexpected punch to the plastron. Ptoo goes the small pile of rice, flying straight into Shu's hand in less than a second.
The turtle hacks, rubbing his gut area with one side of his eyes burning from a pitiful tear that peeks out from the corner, trying to recover from the hit. Not wanting to go through that again, he behaves, observing closely. "Raph can try tying it," he croaks. "How's it supposed to go?"
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Date: 2025-05-25 04:47 am (UTC)Until that happens.
"—WHUF?!"
Inward folds Raph from the unexpected punch to the plastron. Ptoo goes the small pile of rice, flying straight into Shu's hand in less than a second.
The turtle hacks, rubbing his gut area with one side of his eyes burning from a pitiful tear that peeks out from the corner, trying to recover from the hit. Not wanting to go through that again, he behaves, observing closely. "Raph can try tying it," he croaks. "How's it supposed to go?"