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Who:
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gaijin_ninja (with
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What: It wasn't (entirely) Don's fault. Raph doesn't care.
When: Relatively early this morning.
Where: House 55.
Summary: Raph does not approve of Don's behavior during the experiment. He will inform Don of this as soon as he finds him. Ah, there he is.
Rating: ... I'm guessing fairly high.
Don hasn't been home in two days, and it would be too much to hope that this has escaped Raphael's notice. Oh, how the tables have turned. It was always Raph, never Don, who suffered Splinter's wrath for coming home late. But a lot has changed in a year.
He doesn't even bother trying to sneak in a back way. It would only serve to marginally delay his fate. So he goes in the front door, head down, dreading the gauntlet he knows is waiting for him.
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What: It wasn't (entirely) Don's fault. Raph doesn't care.
When: Relatively early this morning.
Where: House 55.
Summary: Raph does not approve of Don's behavior during the experiment. He will inform Don of this as soon as he finds him. Ah, there he is.
Rating: ... I'm guessing fairly high.
Don hasn't been home in two days, and it would be too much to hope that this has escaped Raphael's notice. Oh, how the tables have turned. It was always Raph, never Don, who suffered Splinter's wrath for coming home late. But a lot has changed in a year.
He doesn't even bother trying to sneak in a back way. It would only serve to marginally delay his fate. So he goes in the front door, head down, dreading the gauntlet he knows is waiting for him.
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"Nope. Haven't got a clue."
Then he stops, realization hitting him like a truck. "Wonder if it was that wimpy kid in the lab coat."
He snorts in disgust and turns on the tap.
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"What kid in lab coat?"
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"Nothin'. Just some kid I saw Don with by that magic tree."