New York

[mnt_raph]

*Behind them is Milliways with all its hustle and bustle. In front of them, what could be any of a million nameless alley ways in the greater New York area. The air is not so much stale, as stagnant, which is a good thing considering that dumpsters and trashcans litter the street.

Raph sighs, for what has to be the umpteenth time today alone.*

After you.

*After a second or two of silence, he adds*

I'm gonna need some stuff from...well...up topside. Gimme a sec, okay?

*And with that he's gone*

Comments

[mnt_raph]

*Raph gives the Lair one last look, and then shuts the door behind him. And they're off*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*and baring any other issues, Tim and raph escape relatively unscathed?*

[mnt_mike]

*There's a yawn and a stretch. Feels like he's been asleep for, like, half a year or something. Or he was hit by a small truck. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. Scratching his shell he makes his way into the living room, just as the front door closes.*

Raph?

*not getting an answer he makes his way to the kitchen, and opens the freezer door*

HEY! Who ate all my drumsticks?

[ginsu_master]

Leo sits slowly. He scratches his head then looks at his palm.

"...why do I feel like I should yell at Raph...?"

[mnt_mike]

*Mike leans his head in, mad grin on his face*
Dunno Leo, maybe because you're breathing?