[Even without looking, Don knows that Raph is probably having one of his Preventative Raph Rages on shore, yelling and growling and throwing boulders around. He sulks in the water, watching some larger rocks plunk into the water and sink to the bottom closer to shore. Raph could have easily thrown them further.
UgggGGHHHH.
Eventually Don allows himself to float back to the surface, though he bobs there facedown like a nasty dead body as a small act of defiance, waiting until a giant red mystic hand grabs him like a naughty parrot and hauls him back to shore.]
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UgggGGHHHH.
Eventually Don allows himself to float back to the surface, though he bobs there facedown like a nasty dead body as a small act of defiance, waiting until a giant red mystic hand grabs him like a naughty parrot and hauls him back to shore.]