[Leo tracks the human as it enters the alley, hoping that his heartbeat really isn't as loud as it sounds in his head. It's a big man with a dark complexion - and he's homeless, Leonardo realizes with a start, judging by his old, frayed jacket, the ragged scarf hanging around his plump neck, and even the gloves with the fingers cut out. Homeless people aren't as scary, mostly because they don't seem to have anywhere to hold the turtles captive, but often they smell horrible and drink out of nasty beer bottles. Leo doesn't particularly like them, even if they don't seem as dangerous as other humans.]
[What surprises him is when Raphael lets out a low rumble that vibrates through Leo's chest just as much as his own. Leo's gaze flits to him briefly, but he doesn't have time to react any more than that, because the human starts talking again. He instantly recognizes the voice; it's the guy from the grate. He followed them after all.]
[Swallowing, Leo pushes away from Raph and creeps closer to the shadow's edge for a closer look. He's not as scared anymore, but he's being cautious all the same.]
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[What surprises him is when Raphael lets out a low rumble that vibrates through Leo's chest just as much as his own. Leo's gaze flits to him briefly, but he doesn't have time to react any more than that, because the human starts talking again. He instantly recognizes the voice; it's the guy from the grate. He followed them after all.]
[Swallowing, Leo pushes away from Raph and creeps closer to the shadow's edge for a closer look. He's not as scared anymore, but he's being cautious all the same.]