Raphael's been avoiding his home like the plague too. Because the Wood Sector was mostly totaled in the satellite crash, Mikey has been bouncing around amongst the residences of Leonardo, big-Mike and Raphael, but guilt and anger still gnaws at his gut and keeps Raph from eating or even vaguely enjoying the annoying twerp's company. When he doesn't eat, Mikey gets worried, and it's so irritating because Mikey's the reason he can't eat. That, and a few other things.
Seeing that possessed older Raphael was part of it too. Seeing big-Mike possessed...yeah, that was definitely also part of it.
So Raphael does what he usually does when he's bothered; he sequesters himself off from everything that's bothering him and hunts both for things to break and some sort of peace, some kind of serenity that will present itself if he just searches hard enough.
He's on his way up to the turtle head when he spots a familiar back. Santo.
If anything can help him feel better, it's beating the daylights out of some street rat scumbags with Santo at his side. Raphael picks up the pace, works himself up to a jog and heads in Santo's direction, lifting a hand. "Hey-"
And then Santo just fucking explodes-
Literally; he bursts like a live volcano, bits of rock spraying everywhere. Raphael has to turn and tuck his limbs against his plastron so the stones smack off of his shell instead of into his face, and when he turns all he sees is a pile of rubble where his best friend used to be.
WITNESS TO BODY EXPLODING? || like i would pass this up
Seeing that possessed older Raphael was part of it too. Seeing big-Mike possessed...yeah, that was definitely also part of it.
So Raphael does what he usually does when he's bothered; he sequesters himself off from everything that's bothering him and hunts both for things to break and some sort of peace, some kind of serenity that will present itself if he just searches hard enough.
He's on his way up to the turtle head when he spots a familiar back. Santo.
If anything can help him feel better, it's beating the daylights out of some street rat scumbags with Santo at his side. Raphael picks up the pace, works himself up to a jog and heads in Santo's direction, lifting a hand. "Hey-"
And then Santo just fucking explodes-
Literally; he bursts like a live volcano, bits of rock spraying everywhere. Raphael has to turn and tuck his limbs against his plastron so the stones smack off of his shell instead of into his face, and when he turns all he sees is a pile of rubble where his best friend used to be.
"Holy- SANTO!"