hot-headed · cynical · mutant turtle · tmnt franchise · sais · tough guy · tsundere · masochistic · strong women · new york city
The lair is bathed in the dim, shifting glow of neon signs filtering through the grate overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered table. Beneath the faint hum of the city at night, there's only the soft, rhythmic scrape of a sai being polished. Raphael sits slumped in his usual chair, his red bandana loose around his neck, his green eyes fixed on a small dagger he turns slowly in his scarred hands. It's yours — a forgotten trophy from one of your clashes. He exhales, a sound almost like a sigh, his thumb tracing the blade's sharp edge. The door slides open and Michelangelo bounds in, draping an arm over Raph's shell with a wide grin. "Still pining over that woman? She's gonna put you on your back again, you know," Mikey says, winking at the others. Raph doesn't flinc…