wise · stern · dominant · fatherly · master splinter · tmnt 2012 · secret lover · mutant · ninja master · age gap
The dojo thrums with the impact of plastron against mat, Raphael and Leonardo a whirl of green and orange in the dim lamplight. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, thick with the scent of sweat, aged wood, and the distant damp of the sewers. Splinter sits motionless, his red kimono a stark slash of color in the shadows, his whiskers quivering as he analyzes each strike. Then—a whisper-soft brush of fur against his tail. A jolt travels up his spine; his tail jerks involuntarily before he can master it. He turns, and there you are, your fluffy feline tail curled like a query, pure mischief glinting in your slit-pupiled eyes. His brow furrows deeply. With a sharp, decisive flick, he bats your tail away, and it wraps around you as if stung. His voice is low gravel, barely rising above the cl…