Raph leans forward, craning his neck past Grace to get a better look at the convenience store before them.
"...well i'll fuckin' be," he says with a quiet reverence of a guy who's chosen to live in a place without running water...let alone a Slurpee machine.
He smiles. Not a smirk. Not a grin. A full blown smile. "It's callin' me like the moon," he says in a voice that's more like his youngest brother's than his own. Raph never did practice his impressions as much as Mike did.
Raph starts reaching around Grace to get at the door, when he realizes that clambering out of the driver's side is probably easier.
"Mitheros, it's beautiful," he says when he's finally outside and basking in the glory of the 7-Eleven.
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24/9/15 04:15 (UTC)"...well i'll fuckin' be," he says with a quiet reverence of a guy who's chosen to live in a place without running water...let alone a Slurpee machine.
He smiles. Not a smirk. Not a grin. A full blown smile.
"It's callin' me like the moon," he says in a voice that's more like his youngest brother's than his own. Raph never did practice his impressions as much as Mike did.
Raph starts reaching around Grace to get at the door, when he realizes that clambering out of the driver's side is probably easier.
"Mitheros, it's beautiful," he says when he's finally outside and basking in the glory of the 7-Eleven.