[Raph manages to lug himself into a mostly sitting position, propped up with pillows. He thinks he's done pretty good by himself, trying to look halfway normal. But if he could see himself in a mirror, that'd be almost laughable. Needless to say, the guy looks like crap - thin, bruised, and swollen. But that won't keep him from trying.
There's no blanket over him, just a massive sunlamp casting its warm yellow light over his bandaged plastron. When he speaks, the strain of reaching somewhat normal volume makes his voice sound like his throat's coated in sandpaper.]
[Action]
There's no blanket over him, just a massive sunlamp casting its warm yellow light over his bandaged plastron. When he speaks, the strain of reaching somewhat normal volume makes his voice sound like his throat's coated in sandpaper.]
Watch who you're callin' idiot, moron.