Please stay there, I'm coming! It is the last message he can manage before he lets the connection drop to avoid flooding Raphael with sheer noise from his own racing thoughts.
Even being a newcomer himself, Donatello knows exactly where to head and takes off in an all out sprint for the tree. His path leads up and over buildings, darting down alleyways - all to make his path as directly towards the tree as possible without sparing a second. It barely takes him a couple of minutes, the obstacles of Verens not on par with those of New York and the area of land it covers far less. A leap out from a last rooftop takes him to a branch of the tree only to spring off and land in a crouch with the grace expected of shadow warriors. Rising to stand, he looks directly to Raphael - only to freeze in place.
It's him...it's really him. He grasps for words or motion or something yet it all slips out of reach until he finally chokes out one word, "....Raphael."
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Even being a newcomer himself, Donatello knows exactly where to head and takes off in an all out sprint for the tree. His path leads up and over buildings, darting down alleyways - all to make his path as directly towards the tree as possible without sparing a second. It barely takes him a couple of minutes, the obstacles of Verens not on par with those of New York and the area of land it covers far less. A leap out from a last rooftop takes him to a branch of the tree only to spring off and land in a crouch with the grace expected of shadow warriors. Rising to stand, he looks directly to Raphael - only to freeze in place.
It's him...it's really him. He grasps for words or motion or something yet it all slips out of reach until he finally chokes out one word, "....Raphael."