A tallish teenager saunters into the diner with his hands thrust into his pockets. He's wearing a leather jacket with spikes, and his hair is styled in a wild, bright lime green mohawk. There's something a little off about his eyes... are the sclera normally that colour?... but maybe it's coloured contacts. He raises a hand lazily in greeting.
@spike-fogg
[Raph glances up.]
Hey, Spike. Take a seat.








