It was, at first, just a typical run to the usual grate for pizza. The sewers were always silent, save for the sound of rushing water, and the last thing Raph expected to hear was a voice.
A high-pitched, young, slightly-annoying human voice.
Making an irritated face, Raph took a few steps backwards, slipping into the shadows of an adjacent tunnel. What kind of business could a kid have down here? Looking for trouble, probably. And judging by the sound of the voice— Raph’s hearing was excellent—, it was a boy, and his close proximity to the lair was worrisome. Splinter wouldn’t like this at all. Heck, Raph didn’t like it, even though the kid was obviously not an enemy. Footbots or Karai would have had the sense to be quiet.
Raph got his first good look as he passed by, unaware entirely of Raph’s presence. Raph’s first thought was something along the lines of ‘That’s a stupid pink hat’, but that was immediately at the back of his mind when he saw that the boy was only one turn away from the turnstiles. Or, that is, one turn away from the lair.
Slightly panicked and a little desperate, Raph slipped out from his hiding place, quiet as a cat. The only rough plan he had was to grab the kid, prevent him from seeing anything, and slip him through a manhole or— something. Easy. Sort of.
Quickly, Raph slipped behind the kid and grabbed him, one hand in the back of his shirt, and the other on the back of his head, to prevent him from turning around. Whether Raph scared him or not was really unimportant; in fact, a good scare would probably prevent him from ever coming down into the sewers again.
"Alright, kid," Raph said, aggravation apparent in his tone. So much for just getting the pizza.
"You’re really hangin’ around the wrong place, so how about you run along home and never come back? Sounds like a great plan to me.”
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