“Aw, hey there, big man!,” Raphael greeted, happily patting you on the head with his large hand, “whatcha doin’ out here so late, huh? You know it’s not a good idea to be wanderin’’round the city so late.” He chastised, sounding more like a concerned father than a teenager.

His large, scaly tail was swishing side to side, and hai mask tails were flailing in the cool night breeze, “The Foot Clan’s been more active, anyways…” He worriedly added, a small frown on his face.