Staying In Sight
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vivalaWho: Raph, Donnie
Where: Subterranean Farms - Donnie's Garden
When: Shortly after the Fete of Knowledge
What: How to check on your brudder while checking in on your brudder :(
= = =
Despite having the slightest clue about how gardens work, Raph readily volunteers his time by prioritizing certain things over other things — spending it by hanging out with his younger brother, for instance.
Not in a clingy kind of way, but more in line with just physically being present now that the rescue mission is behind them. And maybe it is kind of clingy. Still, Raph has his reasons and he's sticking with them. Donnie needs the support, and he wants to continue being there for him, helping him in any way that he possibly can.
Weeding becomes one way he can be productive while hanging out with Donnie, quickly running into an issue with the flowers being, well, flowers. These are small and delicate. In comparison, his hands are large and laden with sausage-like mutant fingers. He doesn't let it discourage him completely, though, figuring out a way to work around the problems so that he can carry on with the task.
It's the application of what dad has taught him:
...Slow...
...Motion...
...Jutsu.
Hunching over, the large turtle controls his movements, making smaller, slower gestures that gradually pick at the tangled weeds among the petals. He squints as another weed is plucked, letting its roots drift in the air before dropping it into a little basket.
He then turns partway to look for Donnie's approval.
Where: Subterranean Farms - Donnie's Garden
When: Shortly after the Fete of Knowledge
What: How to check on your brudder while checking in on your brudder :(
= = =
Despite having the slightest clue about how gardens work, Raph readily volunteers his time by prioritizing certain things over other things — spending it by hanging out with his younger brother, for instance.
Not in a clingy kind of way, but more in line with just physically being present now that the rescue mission is behind them. And maybe it is kind of clingy. Still, Raph has his reasons and he's sticking with them. Donnie needs the support, and he wants to continue being there for him, helping him in any way that he possibly can.
Weeding becomes one way he can be productive while hanging out with Donnie, quickly running into an issue with the flowers being, well, flowers. These are small and delicate. In comparison, his hands are large and laden with sausage-like mutant fingers. He doesn't let it discourage him completely, though, figuring out a way to work around the problems so that he can carry on with the task.
It's the application of what dad has taught him:
...Slow...
...Motion...
...Jutsu.
Hunching over, the large turtle controls his movements, making smaller, slower gestures that gradually pick at the tangled weeds among the petals. He squints as another weed is plucked, letting its roots drift in the air before dropping it into a little basket.
He then turns partway to look for Donnie's approval.
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Date: 2025-07-03 07:51 am (UTC)Donnie's eyes stray towards that crack. It had been one of the first things he'd ever noticed about this Raph, and the matching chunk taken out of the shell just over his brother's shoulder just made his stomach twist any time he thought about it.
"Is...that how...?" he starts to ask, and yet simultaneously not wanting to know the details, but he can't help it.
He'd never asked about who this Shredder-person was, but it just sounded like an unpleasant name that he wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. And while this is the first he's ever heard of an April-Gram-Gram-Sensei (whaaaa?), it's the words that follow that strike him, sinking in so deeply that he sways where he sits, even beside Raph. But maybe it's not felt given that Raph's giving him a bit of a shake as it is. It's nauseating, it's comforting, how can it be two opposite things at once?
All this time, he's never really been alone. Yet, he's kept his distance some, hasn't he? It's hard though, especially when you don't really want to be apart from anyone, when you missed your family so much. A shudder goes through his slimmer frame as a sniffle escapes him.
Maybe he's always known it. But he just needed to hear someone actually say it to make it click.