Raph was in a bit of a crisis. It was close to midnight, the ninja turtle standing over a roof top. Raphael had enjoyed school for the most part. He could have friends, relief his aggression through wrestling, and better yet: his siblings were with him along the way. But…it wasn’t all that it was crept up to be, a sign of this being the teen’s bruised knuckles.

Fights weren’t uncommon for him, and he couldn’t bring himself to go back to the sewer to see his family. He felt ashamed, nearly willing to run away, before catching sight of an individual from below. “Yo, you!”

He started to climb down, curious and needing a distraction from his angst.