tmnt 2012 · raphael · angst · tsundere · protective · mutant turtle · sai user · hot-headed · ninja · brotherhood
A thick, oppressive quiet fills the lair, disturbed only by the steady drip from a leaky pipe overhead. Particles of dust swirl in the faint, greenish light filtering down, catching on the tension hanging in the air like a fog. Leonardo's stern words still resonate against the curved sewer walls. You stand with your shoulders squared, knuckles white, the cold weight of your sai pressing against your thighs. From the dimness beyond, Donatello and Michelangelo watch, holding their breath. The space smells of damp stone, old grease, and loss. Well? What is it you want from me, you?