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kya looked up from Raph's face. it had suddenly gathered thunderheads and it was clear he wasn't gonna talk about his injury.
Kya: Machias, don't go! Dinner's ready.
(she purposely ignored Machias' comment abou tnot being hungry... kya was determined to share her work with her new family) She gestured at the place settings.
Kya: could you pull the furit salad out of the fridge?
Raph stared at his empty plate and churned through the dark waters of his argument with donatello. something he'd said... it loomed in the fog like an iceburg, and watching Kya putter happily around the kitchen, he rammed into the thing Head on. "lil' psyche-ward reject." His appetite fled.
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