[Raph hasn't heard gunfire like that since he got mixed up in the New York City gang wars. One minute he's in his old dojo, doing a little spring cleaning, and the next, it's fucking World War III. Someone or something is getting pumped full of lead.
So like all normal people, Raph runs toward the sound of gunfire at a million miles an hour. His heart is racing and he's totally ready to kick some ass. He's also wielding the push broom he'd been sweeping with like a weapon.
When he finally sees Fujiko, he stops flat in his tracks, hovering in the entrance way with the push broom held limply in his hands. His expression a mix of shock, amusement, and extreme horror. Don't mind him.]
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So like all normal people, Raph runs toward the sound of gunfire at a million miles an hour. His heart is racing and he's totally ready to kick some ass. He's also wielding the push broom he'd been sweeping with like a weapon.
When he finally sees Fujiko, he stops flat in his tracks, hovering in the entrance way with the push broom held limply in his hands. His expression a mix of shock, amusement, and extreme horror. Don't mind him.]