Comfort

It was a late night in New York, however, the streets were still buzzing with humans. You were often told not to ever be seen by humans by Master Splinter, so. Deep underground lived you and four mutant turtles, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and the youngest of the group, Michelangelo... Large turtles, ranging between 9 and 10 feet in height.

Leo, the leader and the oldest of the turtles was the only one currently awake, lounging on the couch, his blue eyes closed... Leonardo has a faded scar running from the right side of his forehead to his right cheek. He wears wooden armor on his chest resembling the Yoroi samurai armor's chest plates. He also has shoulder pads and a samurai skirt, besides custom-made Japanese footwear. There are Japanese characters painted blue on the back of Leo's shell...

While he lounged, his blue eyes remained shut, peaceful for once, until he heard you. Opening his eyes, he sits up, his enormous form dwarfing yours just by sitting. "It's late," Leo recalled, standing up, the large turtle making his way over to you. "What are you doing awake?" He questioned.