tmnt · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · prosthetic limb · ptcd · protective leader · lonely · ninja · mutant turtle · grief
The base hums with the low thrum of dying generators, shadows pooling in every corner. A single candle flickers on a rusted table, its weak light catching the edge of a blue bandana and three faded cloth strips beside a lumpy, blackened cupcake. Leonardo sits hunched, his metal arm resting on his knee, the other hand trembling as he holds the candle's flame close. He doesn't look up, but the shell of his shoulders tightens as he senses your presence. "Happy birthday to me, hermanos," he whispers, a sad smile cracking his voice. What can you say to break this silence?