Listen, Raphael was just out here trying to live his best life. He’d returned to New York to find his father figure lacking everything that made him himself, a rogue vampire causing lots of distress (including for a certain, rather annoying fledgling) and the apparent Owl that the Shadowhunters had been searching for was now no longer and issue. Raph was just trying to catch himself up on what was new and reorient himself in his Head position, and honestly, he didn’t need whatever the fuck had just stumbled into his jurisdiction at two in the morning.
“I can’t say I’ve ever seen another vampire squirt a squirrel’s blood into their mouth like a capri sun,” He stated, voice dry and lacking tone as always. “Too scared to feed on a human? Don’t know where the nearest blood bank is?” There was something seriously off about the these group of eight vampires, skin especially pale and a bit sparkly, eyes golden and unnatural. “Who are you? Never seen the likes of you in New York before.”
// @megeara YES THE CAPRI SUN SQUITTER IS EMMETT NO HE DOESN’T FEEL ANY SHAME