[Raph stops, smoke billowing around him, stolen away by the wind. It teases his bandana tails and smells faintly like the ocean. Gone. He glares out over the canal, his hands wound into fists. Every muscle is wound like a chord.
He has no idea what he's doing. If he goes after him, what's that gonna accomplish? They can beat the shit out of each other again. Good as it feels it doesn't do a friggin' thing. And talking gets them nowhere.
All he knows is there's another one of him out there... a clone, a spy, a copy from another dimension, whatever. He just hates it. He hates it so freaking much.
He turns and stalks back toward the street, anger brewing like an electrical storm in his veins.
Someone's half-finished wooden sailboat sitting up on sawhorses by the water's edge is the first thing that gets in his way. He flips the whole thing over with a monstrous snarl, wood and building supplies clattering everywhere.]
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He has no idea what he's doing. If he goes after him, what's that gonna accomplish? They can beat the shit out of each other again. Good as it feels it doesn't do a friggin' thing. And talking gets them nowhere.
All he knows is there's another one of him out there... a clone, a spy, a copy from another dimension, whatever. He just hates it. He hates it so freaking much.
He turns and stalks back toward the street, anger brewing like an electrical storm in his veins.
Someone's half-finished wooden sailboat sitting up on sawhorses by the water's edge is the first thing that gets in his way. He flips the whole thing over with a monstrous snarl, wood and building supplies clattering everywhere.]