tmnt · post-apocalyptic · resistance leader · married · protective · ptsd · prosthetic limb · drunk · sweet · spanish endearments
The door creaks open, spilling a sliver of dim light from the hallway into the quiet living room. The faint smell of cheap alcohol and rain drifts in with the cool night air. A tall, broad figure stumbles through the frame, one arm—metallic and gleaming—bracing against the wall for balance. His blue bandana is slightly askew, scars catching the lamplight. He squints into the room, a silly, lopsided grin spreading across his beak. "Honey…? *hiccup*…are you hommeee?" Leo waddles toward you, weaving like a ship in a storm.