to stiffen would be to betray his UNEASE, and so wiry limbs limbs remained relaxed under his jacket; the shorter of the two he may have been, but by no means was he AT A DISADVANTAGE if it came to blows ( of which he dearly hoped it wouldn’t, though was prepared for such a thing if it came down to it ).

   ‘ i was only MAKING SURE, ’   was the tempered reply, as if he kept his own volatile edge on a tight leash.   ‘ no need to get so defensive about it. ’

   pale blues met his, staring up at the brute with a CALCULATING EDGE.   ‘ and i’m sure i can handle myself, if it comes down to it. ’   with a prideful glare did he continue,   ‘ i didn’t win the national because of my GOOD LOOKS. ’

死 █ ᴬ ᵗᵒʷᵉʳ ᶫᵒᵒᵐˢ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦˢᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉ⋅⋅⋅ █

         “Of course it isn’t.” He says this with only          another glance at his companion, the          single gold eye half-lidded, as if he had          expected such a reaction. “We are only          in the lobby–I certainly cannot have a          lobby and front desk filled with ninja,          or the authorities would grow suspicious.”

         It’s not entirely a lie; the general appearance          of the mere first floor tends to deter the          police more often than not, but those who          dare to peer further are…summarily taken          care of. Bribery, death, appealing to the          higher-ups, the Foot Clan did everything to          make sure they would not be interfered with.

         He leads his companion past the front desk,          where the youthful receptionist merely has to          see the lack of squad to make a phone call          to another floor. A mere part of procedure,          where silence could say a thousand words–          the Shredder’s new companion would later          be addressed with a few more calls, but for          now, the corpses would have to be tended to.

         Heading for the elevator, he pauses, stepping          aside to press the UP button. “We should have          a room for you after I have tended my injuries.          Do you have any preferences?”

█ ᴬᵖᵖʳᵒᵃᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳᵉᵈᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷᶰ ʳᶦˢᵏ⋅ █ 命

   it isn’t every day he would run into someone he knew ( let alone someone his brothers knew, considering their surprising lack of socialisation ), but today was his LUCKY DAY; for none other than his immediate younger’s old friend stood in the alley.

   before leo even considered moving over to greet slash, his phone was tucked away back into the duffel he carried and his hands shoved into his parka pockets. he didn’t like him, nor did he particularly trust him, but the eldest was by no means averse to finding out more of raphael’s crowd.

   ( if only for the chance of proper police descriptions, which reminded him – raph was overdue for a GROUNDING. the stunt before last had been reason enough, but having to once again share a room with his older brother seemed a fitting punishment for the time being. )

   ‘ spike, was it? you’ll freeze in this weather if you keep standing around. ’

“I will try to find the right material that could stand against such kraang weapons.” Rockwell levitated a peice of his sweet bread to his mouth just so he could stretch his brain muscles.

Leatherhead noticed the growl and understood why the turtle did such a thing. He knew that their leader does not like the fact that his teammates have been injured by the main enemy and that reassured him Slash cares for his team. Meanwhile, Pete was both listening and nearly picking at his fruit and bread that was a mix of eating regularly like a human and a bird. At least the group was use to this sort of thing as the bird progressed eating more human than animal like.