[It's an unintentional way of leveling things back in his favor, if only minutely. After all, Raphael still knows his situation is pretty precarious. His eyes flick back towards the blade, uncomfortably close as it is. He's seen how quick the man can swing the thing and doesn't feel like he wants to test how fast he can tuck his head into his shell by comparison.
His nose wrinkles a bit at the question, even though neither that nor the man's reaction is anything new.]
I'm a mutant turtle. You supposed to be something specific or you just like Halloween?
[The guy doesn't strike him as cut from the same cloth as the Hunters that had been roaming around the town before the snowfall, but he remains wary all the same. Beneath his poncho and behind his shell his fingers find their way around a sai hilt.]
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His nose wrinkles a bit at the question, even though neither that nor the man's reaction is anything new.]
I'm a mutant turtle. You supposed to be something specific or you just like Halloween?
[The guy doesn't strike him as cut from the same cloth as the Hunters that had been roaming around the town before the snowfall, but he remains wary all the same. Beneath his poncho and behind his shell his fingers find their way around a sai hilt.]