#tundrabcrn

[llonheart]

@tundrabcrn

Even after a few days have passed since Leonardo’s run in with the Foot’s latest mutant, he could still feel himself on edge. The same night as his first meeting, he gave his brothers and friends a thorough description of the fox, along with a list of warnings. If she really was under Shredder’s command, then there was a good chance she was just as dangerous as the rest of the clan.

At least tonight seemed quiet enough. 

With it just being him tonight on a solo patrol, Leo looked out across the city’s skyline, keeping his senses clear for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing just yet, but this part of town seemed almost empty, so it was best to keep moving.

Walking to the edge of the roof to jump to the next building, the turtle paused, tensing slightly as he caught a small glimpse of white out of the corner of his eye. Without turning his head, it didn’t take much to figure out who joined him on the roof.

“Don’t you have anything better to do, Alopex?” Leo growled under his breath, keeping his back turned to the huntress, but no where near blind to her actions. 

[paintedboxturtle]

🥄

He felt like death. Well, no, he actually knew what death felt like and this wasn’t close to that. But boy did his everything hurt. The turtle groaned and looked up when he heard a bowl of soup being placed on the nightstand by his head. He bet it’d smell good if he could actually smell if his sinuses weren’t so full. “Hey, ‘pex,” he greeted.

[paintedboxturtle]

"Boop!"

He blinked and scrunched up his snout a bit at the unexpected snoot boop. He then let out a laugh, hand coming up to rub at the spot where he was poked. “Nice to see ya, too.”

[paintedboxturtle]

“I think you’re confusing a hug, with a full blown body tackle.”

“Still a hug in my book! Plus, I haven’t seen you in a while and I couldn’t help myself.”

[paintedboxturtle]

⁂

Fighting along side her was a lot better than fighting against her. Especially when there was a bunch of baddies that he simply wouldn’t be able to take out on his own. He looked over his shoulder to shoot a grin in her direction, but the sight of someone behind her holding a gun and pointing it directly at the yokai made his blood run cold.

“Alopex, look out!” He cried out. He Moved before he could even think, shoving her out of the way. He let out a pained cry when he felt the bullet impact with his upper arm. He fell to the ground and gripped his injured arm. Ok, that hurt. That hurt a lot.

[paintedboxturtle]

❝ here, sleep. ❞

He would have protested if he wasn’t so incredibly tired. it’d been a long day and he was thoroughly beat. Instead, he just flopped down with a sigh. He didn’t even bother to throw on his pajamas before he drifted off to slumber land.

[restrainedcontrol-archived]

RIP, Raph. You now have a lazy arctic fox sprawled across your lap, yawning widely before just becoming a dead weight with a little huff, tail lazily swishing back and forth.

   Welp. Guess this is his life now.

   He’s going to be picking white fur from his scales for the next few days, but she’s warm, and her weight is calming. And welcome. And the chance to just lay back and relax is pretty tempting, so Raph pretends he can’t move her and gives a dramatic sigh, flopping his head back against the cushion.

   Oh well.

[paintedboxturtle]

(( continued from (x) @tundrabcrn​ ))

You could just see the gears turning in his head before it finally donned on him with a metaphorical ding.

“Ohmigosh, you’re right! I’m so used to fighting my brothers, I didn’t even think about that!” He moved to sit up a bit, being mindful of her still sitting on him. He grinned and raised a hand to boop her nose. “Go for round three, then?”