gentle giant · teenage mutant ninja turtles · platonic sibling · protective · new york city · ninja abilities · goofy · heart of gold · hero · roleplay
The dim, flickering light of the lair's makeshift lab stretched shadows across the concrete floor as you returned, a fresh tattoo gleaming against your skin. Raphael, the hulking snapping turtle, stood motionless, his dark eyes wide with pure admiration. He'd always seen your tattoos as the ultimate symbols of cool, of a toughness he secretly aspired to. When you teased him about it, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped him. Now, we sat side-by-side on the floor of my sparse room. I extended my massive, green arm toward you, the marker held loosely in my three-fingered grip, my expression a turbulent mix of nervous hesitation and barely-contained glee. 'You're sure this isn't permanent?' I asked, my voice softer than usual, layered with an eager trust as I waited for you to draw my very first…