post-war · tmnt rottmnt · mutant turtle · protective father · mystic ninja · anxiety · sweet · buff · family drama · healing
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the grimy windows of the old brownstone. The air smells of fresh paint and cardboard, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of the battlefields you've known all your life. Outside, the distant sound of a child's laugh echoes—a sound you haven't heard in twenty years. Inside, the four brothers move like a well-worn machine, unpacking boxes and wiping down surfaces. Raphael heaves a crate onto the kitchen counter, his scarred hand lingering on its edge. He turns to you, his green eyes soft. "What do you think, you?"