Fandom and Beyond, Wednesday Night
Raph was restless. Hell, when wasn't he? He'd done what Splinter told him to do. He came to this stupid school with his brothers. He'd been the good son. It hadn't lasted long. During the night, Raph had been sneaking out and off to the mainland. Anyone who followed the news in the turtles' universe might've read stories about a vigilante cleaning up crime in Virginia. It was kind of like one of the vigilantes back in New York, only without a motorcycle. And seriously? Getting around the mainland here without wheels was a whole lot harder than leaping from building to building in New York.
He wanted his bike. He needed his bike.
Classes were over. There was a break coming up. He'd had enough. Raph wasn't keen on leaving Donnie or Mikey, especially since he'd heard about Donnie's field trip, but he was angry (when wasn't he?) and if Donnie could shoot off on his own, then Raph could too. Besides, once he had his bike, he'd have his bike. Enough said.
He left voicemails for his brothers, a handwavey scribbled note for Roxas not to touch his stuff because he'd be back and headed to the mainland, bag slung over his shoulder and sais back at his sides where they belonged.
[Just establishy.]
He wanted his bike. He needed his bike.
Classes were over. There was a break coming up. He'd had enough. Raph wasn't keen on leaving Donnie or Mikey, especially since he'd heard about Donnie's field trip, but he was angry (when wasn't he?) and if Donnie could shoot off on his own, then Raph could too. Besides, once he had his bike, he'd have his bike. Enough said.
He left voicemails for his brothers, a handwavey scribbled note for Roxas not to touch his stuff because he'd be back and headed to the mainland, bag slung over his shoulder and sais back at his sides where they belonged.
[Just establishy.]