TMNT fanfic

Chapter 6; splinter

I scowl and cross my arms.
"I didn't tell anyone about y'all." I answer, albeit defensively. Splinter gets up and walks to me, his hands behind his back. I watch his movements, narrowing my eyes slightly.
"You are in danger when you're up there, now that you know about us." Splinter speaks up, stopping in front of me. He analyzes me, stroking his beard. I glance up at the ceiling, my thoughts going to my stuff.
"What are y'all gonna do about that?" I ask, my eyes going back to splinters eyes.
"You can either continue living up there, or you can move in here. You live here you answer to me. And you abide by the training and rules here." He watches me, along with the turtles, as I consider it. I glance behind me, at stoic Raph, with his arms crossed and his eyes averted. At Leo, standing tall and proud and watching steadily. Mikey, who's smiling as bright as his color and giving me a thumbs up. Then Donnie, who's watching with an analytical glint in his eye. I study them all, then the area I'm in.
"Mind if I think on that sir?" He smiles at me.
"Not at all." He walks back to his spot and I turn around. I walk between Leo and Raph, trying to find my way out. I stop when I realize I don't know the way back.
I'm trapped.
I sigh and find a section of the wall big enough for me, and sit on the floor with my back to it. I pull my knees up, rest my arms on them lazily and lean my head back, closing my eyes.
'Okay. First the pros and cons of living on the surface still. Pros are I'll keep my job, get paid and get social interaction with humans. I'll get a whole place to myself. I get to control my surroundings some more. And sunlight. All humans need that. Cons; I'll be living alone. I still have to tolerate humans. Financial stress and struggle. Here there's no rent. Work. And the foot clan.
And pros and cons of living here. Pros include I hang with some awesome people. No rent. Food. A family. I get someone to watch out for me. I get to train and learn to defend myself. Cons are no alone time. Living with people bigger and stronger then me. No human interaction.' I pull my glasses off my face and rub my cheek and eye, feeling pressure behind my eyes and sinuses.
'Right. Con; adjustment to living in the sewers.'
I set my glasses on my leg and run my hands through my hair. I hear the turtles talking amongst each other, then feel eyes on me. I take a deep breath and try to ignore the weight of their stares as I try to decide. I open my eyes and look around, taking in the place.
'Pro; I get to do what I want to my room.' That brings a smirk up, already picturing some string lights and paint everywhere. I take a breath, replace my glasses and get up, brushing my butt as I walk back to splinter.
"Sir..?"