[Yeah, a quick swim sounds good right about now.] Eh, it ain't bad, I guess. Though I keep gettin' the feeling people at the smithy want me gone.
[Surprised.] Oh?
Yeah, but I don't give a crap.
Did something happen?
Nothin' I can think of. I just keep to myself.
[Wades into the water again, but this time just sits in the shallows.] Raph, do you have many friends here?
[He'll join you there, man, that feels good.] Some, I guess.
[Perceptively:] Enough?
I don't care if I got any friends.
[Looks down, pokes at the sand.]
[And he'll swim out into the deeper water and float on his back, enjoying the contrast of warm sun on his face and cool water on his shell.] But you're doin' good. You're always on that journal thing.
It's very interesting.
You think everything's interesting. You'd think nasty-ass sea weed is interesting. [Which, there's some right here where he's floating.]
[Indeed, swims out to where Raph is to inspect a frond.]
I was jokin', egghead. [He'll pick up a floating clod and chuck it at Don's head.]
[You missed. Ignoring you completely, Don dived to check out the lower parts of the plant.]
[Yeah, well, Raph's gonna splash you in the face the minute you come up for air.]
[If this still seems like a desirable action five minutes later, Don is besplashed.]
[And Raph will just float around pretending nothing happened.]
It's - pblflphbbbb. Raph, please.
[He just smiles cheekily.] I don't care about the stupid seaweed, Don.
[Fine then, won't tell you about it.]
[Good, because it's stupid.]
[Backfloats.]
[Raph seems to be trying really hard not to fall asleep.]
Return to the lake
[Surprised.] Oh?
Yeah, but I don't give a crap.
Did something happen?
Nothin' I can think of. I just keep to myself.
[Wades into the water again, but this time just sits in the shallows.] Raph, do you have many friends here?
[He'll join you there, man, that feels good.] Some, I guess.
[Perceptively:] Enough?
I don't care if I got any friends.
[Looks down, pokes at the sand.]
[And he'll swim out into the deeper water and float on his back, enjoying the contrast of warm sun on his face and cool water on his shell.] But you're doin' good. You're always on that journal thing.
It's very interesting.
You think everything's interesting. You'd think nasty-ass sea weed is interesting. [Which, there's some right here where he's floating.]
[Indeed, swims out to where Raph is to inspect a frond.]
I was jokin', egghead. [He'll pick up a floating clod and chuck it at Don's head.]
[You missed. Ignoring you completely, Don dived to check out the lower parts of the plant.]
[Yeah, well, Raph's gonna splash you in the face the minute you come up for air.]
[If this still seems like a desirable action five minutes later, Don is besplashed.]
[And Raph will just float around pretending nothing happened.]
It's - pblflphbbbb. Raph, please.
[He just smiles cheekily.] I don't care about the stupid seaweed, Don.
[Fine then, won't tell you about it.]
[Good, because it's stupid.]
[Backfloats.]
[Raph seems to be trying really hard not to fall asleep.]
[Don't worry; he won't let you drown.]