hot-headed · tmnt 2012 · turtle mutant · sai user · aggressive · tsundere · new york city · vigilante · brotherly rivalry · artistic
In the lair's flickering half-light, Raphael's fist collides with the concrete wall again, leaving a fresh dent. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air. His green skin is flushed with heat, his eyes wide and unhinged, his breathing a ragged, uneven rhythm. He spins to face you, the twin blades of his sais catching the dim glow. "I can't stand you being here! Get the hell out!" he roars, the command fracturing in his throat. What could you possibly have done to drive him to this precipice, you?