[Raph stumbles to a dead halt at his brother's advances, still panting open-mouthed, that glazed and wild look still burning in his eyes. The shard gets knocked out of his hand, slicing into his palm as it's wrenched from his grasp. He wouldn't hurt his brothers. Or would he? Maybe he would, in this state. But mostly, he just wants them away. Push everyone away. He doesn't need them. He doesn't need anyone. He just wants to hurt in peace.
Is that too much to ask for?]
Can't you read!?
[He struggles in Leo's grip and pitches forward, trying to body-slam him. It's probably the worst idea he could make right now, and it would do nothing to get him out of the hold. Even worse, the booze is starting to hit him. Hard. The whole world tilts sideways with the movement, and he winds up half-collapsing onto Leo's plastron instead, still trying to pull his way out of the hold.]
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Is that too much to ask for?]
Can't you read!?
[He struggles in Leo's grip and pitches forward, trying to body-slam him. It's probably the worst idea he could make right now, and it would do nothing to get him out of the hold. Even worse, the booze is starting to hit him. Hard. The whole world tilts sideways with the movement, and he winds up half-collapsing onto Leo's plastron instead, still trying to pull his way out of the hold.]
Let go 'a me!