[Raphie's getting tired. His tummy's full to the point of exploding, and they'd been wandering around for hours in the cold topside. At least it's a little warmer (and a lot safer) underground.
Hugging the bag of treats close to his plastron, he trudges through the mud at the bottom of the runoff tunnel, not bothering at all with be quiet. In fact he's purposely stomping around, the slap of his feet in the muck echoing through the tunnels as they walk.
All he wants is to go snuggle in his bed with Brown Bear. He just wants to be warm and sleep and digest the huge meal that feels like it's expanding inside him. But he knows Splinter's gonna put them in time out for being gone so long. Maybe they can at least just say they found the bag in the sewers.
Though for now, all he can do is whine, kicking at an old tin can that skitters noisily down the tunnel.]
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Hugging the bag of treats close to his plastron, he trudges through the mud at the bottom of the runoff tunnel, not bothering at all with be quiet. In fact he's purposely stomping around, the slap of his feet in the muck echoing through the tunnels as they walk.
All he wants is to go snuggle in his bed with Brown Bear. He just wants to be warm and sleep and digest the huge meal that feels like it's expanding inside him. But he knows Splinter's gonna put them in time out for being gone so long. Maybe they can at least just say they found the bag in the sewers.
Though for now, all he can do is whine, kicking at an old tin can that skitters noisily down the tunnel.]
Are we close yet?