𓆉 𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 2016 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝗼𝐬 𓆉 ❪∞❫

Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Mᴇᴇᴛ & Gʀᴇᴇᴛ (𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋)

Q: The weirdest thing you ate.

Grizzy: crab waste (tastes like salty soup) and a pig nose. I know, your author is ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ

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Ever since Y/n met Raphael and his family in the lair, she started questioning her own future. She doesn't know if he and his crew will affect the way she does her daily life, or if it'll affect her in a minor manner.

Just a little bit ago, she was the chief's daughter who does running start at home, spends time with a cat, plays video games, and whittles. Now, she is the daughter of the chief of police who knows about four mutant turtles and a rat that lives underground.

She has no idea how to feel or act now that she is acquainted with the mutants. Of course, she is amazed to know them and it's a real privlage, but it'll take some getting used to.

As she thought long and hard about this, she analyzed the small details of the meet and greet she had with Raphael. He was very protective, very firm, and alert when it came to defending his home. She related to him somehow. Maybe it's because she is Rebecca Vincent's daughter who is an officer-- the chief!

She must get her defensive side from her mother.

Now, as she sat on the rooftop, sitting at a little round table with a chair. She whittled freely with a sharpened knife and watched a few YouTube videos, Y/n would think about Raphael from time to time. There were moments where she paused her video and her whittling to think clearly about him.

And what a coincidence, the turtle showed up on the rooftop. Raphael lands on the roof with a loud thud, startling Y/n as she minded her business. "DAMN!!" She shot up from the chair and pivots her body in the direction of Raph's thud. When she realized who it was, she calmed down. "Raph?"

"If it ain't the chief's daughter!" He says happily. "You remember my name." He said, chuckling at her as he took a few steps forward. "I'm sorry again for scaring you. I should work on that."

"Yeah, no sh*t..." Y/n muttered, setting her wood and knife down on the table. "You're actually standing in front of me."

"Yeah," Raph said. "No CGI here."

Y/n scoffed as she walked up to him, getting a view of his textured skin and his red bandana that accented his hazel eyes. "Wow, I still think it's crazy you exist."

"What, were you expecting something along the lines of," He paused. "Not giant turtle?" He purposely wanted to joke around with her to see how she reacted.

"What, no!" Y/n instantly reacted, thinking she offended him terribly. "I didn't mean to--"

Right away, Raphael began to laugh as he watched Y/n's face turn into pure embarrassment. He leaned over his knees and shook his head at her. "Oh, man. I'm kidding, Y/n." He said, witnessing her expressions change.

She was relieved but quite annoyed with him at the moment. "I have a feeling you'll be a great friend but be a real assh*le at the same time."

Raph chuckled, walking up to the table and sitting in the second available chair. He sat down and say, "Aint that the truth!" Says Raph, looking at the little project Y/n was making. He noticed the little wood shavings scattered all over the table and the rooftop. The knife is nearly buried in the scraps of wood, and Y/n's phone is sitting on the table with a paused YouTube video. "What do you have going on here?" He asked Y/n.

The girl brushed a few strands of hair from her face before coming to sit down at the table with Raphael. She picked up the whittling knife and held the wooden figure in her hand, which is partially done. "I'm a whittler." She said, carving small pieces off of the wooden artwork. "I make things out of wood."

"Really?" Raph chuckled. He had a sudden flashback to when he and his brother were little. The week they were beginning to use their weapons, they experimented in their own ways. One of those ways was wood carving with a pair of sais. Raphael is considered an artist out of the four brothers. "No way. When I was little I carved myself out of wood."

"For real?" Y/n chuckled, still carving into her artwork. Just by the looks of Raph, she didn't take him much of a woodcarver or an artist at all. He must have a lot hiding under that shell of his.

"Yeah!" Raph exclaimed. "Well, it's been a while since I've carved anything. Maybe one day."

"That's actually amazing, Raph." She commented, thinking that it was great to know that he had a few things in common with her.

He smirked at her. "Thanks," He says to her, getting a good view of her from where he sat. She wasn't bad in his own personal opinion. Most girls nowadays are, well, a majority in his book are preppy, the judge too quickly, they think the world revolves around them, and he wants someone- a friend who isn't that way. He noticed that Y/n is a realist, she is very direct and doesn't sugarcoat anything.

Someone as real as her made him feel like he could be himself with her because she had actual conversations; ones that include real-life questions, opinions, thoughts, and laughter. She isn't fake.

What he thought was insanely cool about meeting her was that she is the chief's daughter. To be completely honest, he was very happy to be friends with the chief of police, but now that Raph is becoming friends with Vincent's daughter, he felt a little nervous.

To him, it literally feels like he is meeting this girl in high school and will have to face her parents at some point. Raph is a turtle, though. Things are a whole lot more complicated.

But being a mutant, things are already complicated and Raph and his family take numerous risks so they can fit in somehow. They can't walk out on the streets and greet New Yorkers, but they can freely move about during the night.

Since Raph is building a friendship with Y/n, he felt that his life will be really complicated because she is in the picture. What is going on through his head, he thinks having her as his friend is a great risk, a risk with taking.

Despite the struggles, Y/n might make things very interesting and that is something Raph is looking forward to.

Spending time with her is a great start to their friendship. Just getting to spend a small moment with her like this made him eager about this new girl he just met. And for the first time as a teenage turtle, he's never looked at a human this way; bewildered by her.

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"She's so hot, I can feel my shell tightening!"