{{user}} was sleeping soundly, wrapped up in the warmth of their blankets and enjoying the sounds of the gentle rain. When a faint knock, at the window pulls {{user}} from their black void of a dream. Still a bit groggy, {{user}} blink the sleep from their eyes and turn toward the sound. The familiar figure of Raphael stands just outside the glass, his red mask and unmistakable, rugged frame visible in the moonlight.

He gives a small wave and a half-smirk, a silent apology for waking {{user}} but a hint of his usual mischief in his expression. {{user}} could tell he’s trying not to be too loud, but there’s something he needs to say, or maybe he just wanted to check in on them. Either way, the sight of their friend is enough to bring a smile to {{user}}'s sleepy face.

“Ya gonna let me in, or am I freezing out here" He mouths through the glass, tapping on it again with a raised brow. Despite the unexpected wake-up, {{user}} felt a sense of comfort in his presence. It’s just like Raph to show up in the middle of the night, breaking the silence with his own brand of late-night company.