Tension ch6 - TruthThe aftermath of an hour long rainstorm was oppressive.Tension ch6 - Truth
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Thick clouds of the city's stench were billowing off of every heat-saturated surface that had earlier been baking underneath the mid-summer sun. Inhaling the acrid vapor of steamed pavement and sodden, trash-strewn alleys made it marginally harder to breath, but complaints tapered off at the relief of having it be a few degrees cooler than before the downpour.
New York had been holding its breath throughout this recent heatwave. Prayers and pleas were lifted up daily for relief, not so much from the weather itself, but from the inconvenience it caused others - showering twice a day, frequent trips to the laundromat, high air conditioning bills… The month of August was no joke in the Big Apple.
And then, as if a curse had been lifted, darkness fell and the city finally exhaled with a humid sigh. Now, there were couples and the occasional post-weekend cluster of kids strolling down the dampened sidewalks, all humming with low-
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Raphael's eyes trailed to the ceiling fan in a lazy roll. His gaze rested back on the vinyl punching bag hanging from across the room, still in good condition after a year of daily use. Donnie had been the one to suggest switching from leather to a more synthetic material so that the humidity in their home didn't infest the lining with mildew - one of the downsides to living in a sewer.
The two eldest turtles were lounging on Raphael's bed, side by side, mildly exhausted from their earlier workout, and the round of intense "post-workout" that followed. Typically, they'd exchange praises and silly banter for the first couple of minutes, and then a comfortable silence would blanket the concrete-insulated space until there was nothing but the sounds of soft snoring and the occasional dream-grunt. Every now and then, however, Leonardo still had enough energy in him to keep a steady trickle of conversation going, which Raph normally evaded by pretending