9:30pm, Friday, New York
Patrol was always boring for someone like Raphael, and on the occasion that nothing interesting happened, he was left with just his thoughts
Raphael Hamato was known for being impulsive and brash, so he thought he couldn't let anything else show.. how wrong he was..
"Raph!" A loud voice called to his brother, causing him to snap out of his thoughts "You comin bro? Meracami made somemore pizza guoza for us!"
"No thanks, Mikey," Raph said, not looking away from the skyline of New York, "I'm stayin. Someone has to actually patrol every once in a while- plus, I'm not really hungry-"
With that, the three brothers left the red-clad turtle behind, just for some food. Raphael watched over the city, taking in the sights and the sounds, relaxing for once.
Just as he started to relax, Raph thought about all his fights with his family. 'Of course' he thought 'always happens when I relax'
Raph didn't know how long he stayed there, looking over the edge of the roof, but he could only think of one thing: Jump