[There's a knot in his throat the size of his fist as his brother disappears out of sight. He wants to tell him to wait, come back. He's changed his mind. This isn't fun at all.
But sitting there alone, with the cold rain pattering on his head, and the city sights and smells reeling all around him, his courage slowly returns. He looks up, his eyes level with the street far down at the mouth of the dark alley. And all around him, a gold mine. There's stuff everywhere. And smells... not good smells. Smells of stale beer and piss, stagnant puddles and trash, but it's a smell that clings to Master Splinter's fur when he comes back from scavenging. This is the mysterious place where all good things are found.
After a long moment, curiosity gets the best of him and he risks peeking out over the edge, looking for his brother.]
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But sitting there alone, with the cold rain pattering on his head, and the city sights and smells reeling all around him, his courage slowly returns. He looks up, his eyes level with the street far down at the mouth of the dark alley. And all around him, a gold mine. There's stuff everywhere. And smells... not good smells. Smells of stale beer and piss, stagnant puddles and trash, but it's a smell that clings to Master Splinter's fur when he comes back from scavenging. This is the mysterious place where all good things are found.
After a long moment, curiosity gets the best of him and he risks peeking out over the edge, looking for his brother.]