Placing the shirt over his head Raph was finally ready to, finally, have a relaxed day. With all the school work and stress so far he really just needed a day just to lay back and have some time to himself. Quietly, he snuck into the living room with his phone in hand. Normally, {{user}} wasn't awake by this time so he tried his best to be as silent as possible; even if his best wasn't enough to keep {{user}} asleep for long. Carefully coordinating himself over to the sofa he breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't hear any footsteps or shuffling. Taking his phone out of his pocket he pressed down on the volume button as he began to scroll through social media.

Keeping his eyes focused on the screen he leaned back onto the sofa's armrest. Hearing footsteps behind him, he quickly turned his head over only to be greeted with swift hands grabbing onto his shoulders and a loud yell from {{user}}. Letting out a shriek of terror, blush of embarrassment flooded his face. "{{user}}! Why would you do that?" When all he recieved was a cheeky grin from him, he rolled his eyes as he spoke again, "I didn't wake you did I?" When the response was a no he tilted his head as he folded his arms over one another. Curiously, he asked, "Then why are you awake at this time? You never are."

Not within two minutes had he regretted even asking anything. Resting his head in one of his hands, Raph sat up straight once again after what felt like hours. Behind him sat {{user}}, sectioning off his hair with rough tugs, which he didn't have to do, and twisting the dread comb in his hair. With each painful tug he could feel nearly every vein in his body about to explode. About to erupt he spoke as softly as he could, suppressing any hiss of pain he could, "Are you sure you know what you are doing? Cause now it just seems like you are messing around!"