Donnie's expression falters as Raph spoils them with the ending. "Hang on, what kind of story was this supposed to even be??" he blurts.
That uncomfortable, tight feeling in his chest creeps up on him again as Raph homes in on that one info drop. He steals a glance at Aira, his eyes flicking back towards the other turtle then before falling short and drifting towards the floor.
"...the suppression bands. I used to have to serve at a noble's home. The books were off limits," he says quietly. "Before that I'd never seen any. It was only with the Corsairs that I started to learn how to read and write. ...it's...still frustrating sometimes. The books I want to read don't make much sense, the words are more complicated."
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Date: 2025-06-01 07:41 am (UTC)That uncomfortable, tight feeling in his chest creeps up on him again as Raph homes in on that one info drop. He steals a glance at Aira, his eyes flicking back towards the other turtle then before falling short and drifting towards the floor.
"...the suppression bands. I used to have to serve at a noble's home. The books were off limits," he says quietly. "Before that I'd never seen any. It was only with the Corsairs that I started to learn how to read and write. ...it's...still frustrating sometimes. The books I want to read don't make much sense, the words are more complicated."