Don't you call him a fetus again, DON'T YOU DO IT.
Raph rocks the chair side to side, growling a little beneath his breath because he is sick and tired of all this alternate version bullshit and he just would like his family please, his real family.
"Yeah, well you don't look a thing like Mikey," Raph mutters, just to be a contrary jerk. There's similarities though, loads of them. Like how Mike can irritate the shit out of Raphael like nothing else. And okay, so he's got the same doofy grin. Well, sometimes; when Mikey told them about the booby traps his grin looked a little...
-oh hey, what's that? Raph grabs the bandanna on Mikey's desk. He holds it up to the window so the light can filter in and yeah, that's definitely red. He gives Mikey another suspicious look. "This isn't yours, is it?"
FUCK YEAH WE ROCK
Raph rocks the chair side to side, growling a little beneath his breath because he is sick and tired of all this alternate version bullshit and he just would like his family please, his real family.
"Yeah, well you don't look a thing like Mikey," Raph mutters, just to be a contrary jerk. There's similarities though, loads of them. Like how Mike can irritate the shit out of Raphael like nothing else. And okay, so he's got the same doofy grin. Well, sometimes; when Mikey told them about the booby traps his grin looked a little...
-oh hey, what's that? Raph grabs the bandanna on Mikey's desk. He holds it up to the window so the light can filter in and yeah, that's definitely red. He gives Mikey another suspicious look. "This isn't yours, is it?"