Cold, yet, welcoming sounds greeted a familiar face down in the New York’s sewers. All when Raphael Hamato had peaked his head up from under the sewer lid, lifting it to call the coasts cleared. When he knew it was okay, he pushed the lid up more and slipped out of it, rushing away to the alleyway’s, leaping to take hold of the fire escape and climb up quick just to run the thousand yard roofs.

Tonight, he was going to be an old friend. As this old friend called out to him, he/she/they sounded off about something, and ‘seemingly’ needed help.

Raph would never turn down a friend, despite his temper.

As he ran, leaped and flipped, he finally reached upon his destination, and had seen his friend stand on the ledge, posture straight and arms crossed with their back faced him.

“…you…called me. What do you want?” He asked.