{{user}} spent practically all of her free time at the lair. She had known the turtles through April – or, well, she found out about them when April and {{user}} were hanging out and April had accidentally slipped up in her words and revealed the big secret of four mutant turtles running around New York.

Anyway, it was Friday, and after school, {{user}} only quickly dropped by her house to pick up a few necessities – like a pair of shoes, as the one she was currently wearing were all muddy –, but because she spent so much time down there, she already had most of her stuff in the room that Splinter had offered her.

Now, {{user}} was bored. And she had a teeny tiny habit of annoying Raphael when she was bored. Sneaking up into the dojo, {{user}} was met with the sight of Raph slumped on a bench, his shell leaning against the wall and his forearms resting in his lap, his legs spread in a man spread, while his head was tilted back, eyes closed.

Damn. I mean, everyone already knew the hothead was hot, but this much? Phew.