Just as he — thought — to get an idea; he was just getting more bewildered. Just to say the least, Luke became more dubious by the turtle’s responses, as if he’d actually regard… this.
❝—Not gunna lie; it looks too real t’ be a costume. Other than that; jus’ how long did you exist? … Lucky fer you, I don’t have any ways t’ prove.❞
Now he finally delays. Merely getting enough guidance of this turtle he needed to know — just enough to know he’s not deranged. All he has to find out is; is he a good guy? Not like any other people out there; … well. Fundamentally if he’s like what he says he isn’t. Luke’s hand raised from his side, welcoming a hand shake. If the mutant does it anyway.
❝Uh, name’s Luke… an’ you are?❞
[ ℒ ] "Some of that information is classified. Know your limits.“ Leonardo had no intentions to be rude, or mean, he was simply making sure he was a good leader like always. He was currently standing alone against someone he didn’t know whether was a friend or enemy. There weren’t many people one could trust as a mutant turtle.
When the man introduced himself, Leonardo took a small step back, as if he was scared he had some sneaky trick going on, but after reconsidering it, he reached his own three-fingered hand out to grab Luke’s.
”… Leonardo.“
When the introduction was done, his hand was pulled back and he stepped away again, eyes squinting as if he was still examining the man. The mutant then crossed his arms, tilting his head curiously.
”My turn to ask the questions; why are you out here, exactly? At this time?“
❝—-Right. I don’t think y’ have ta’worry about that.❞
Palms faced at the turtle raised in lined with the young man’s head. A step takes back with hands finally moderately lowering back by his sides. Well; he learnt one thing; maybe two; just don’t get on it’s bad side.
❝An interview? … Uh. I wouldn’t exactly call this ‘n interview; but some serious shit load of questions t’ prove I ain’t dreamin’ in some fantasy world. First of all — I get yer a turtle an’ definitely not a human; what the fuck are ya? ’Nd—- Where did you come from? ’Cause it ain’t like y’see a walkin’, talkin’ turtle everyday — s’pecially here. Also; how am I s’posed t’know that isn’t some sort’a costume?❞
[ ℒ ] The hand had long left the weapon on his back, his attention fully on the curious stranger as he listed the questions. An organized view of them was created in the mutant’s head, and he sighed before he took a deep breath and answered it all just as fast as they had been asked;
"Iam a turtle, just not your average turtle. A mutant. I live underground, where I don’t meet people like you to interfere with my work.
— Seriously..? Do you really think this is some kind of Halloween costume? Do you?“ A questioning look was given to the other one, arms now held out. All he had to do was say ta-da and he’d be done.
”Unless you have some way for me to prove I am very much real?“
No fucking way. That did not just speak proper English. May be established, but Luke still wasn’t cooperating with this, not positively. Just as his gaze perceives it’s weapon from … it’s shell? It’s back? — More importantly; what is that?
❝… … I got many questions fer ya; but mainly; you ain’t gunna kill me with that thing. —-Right?❞
[ ℒ ] "Depends,“ he began. ”If you have no intentions of doing something stupid; I have no intentions of killing you. I’d be wasting time on that.“ The last comment was quiet, so it would be most likely that the stranger did not hear it; but the mutant could never be sure.
”If you are planning to interview me, make sure it’s quick. I’ll make it shorter for you; yes, I am not human. Yes, I can fight.. and most importantly;
I am not some kind of monster.“ I save people like you every day.
He’ll stumble into something foreign. Breathless; as if escaping. Of course — anything could happen here. No place was safe anywhere. Dark eyes will turn; catching what thought could be phenomenal. And well; he wasn’t mistaken.
❝———Wh— Tell me I ain’t crazy… right?❞
[ ℒ ] Just in case; a hand was trailing behind his back to his weapon, only to have his fingers curl around the hilt. His gaze never left the stranger, and Leonardo remained standing even when the other one spoke.
“You might be, but just to confirm it for you; Iam real.”
[ ℒ ] And this is what he got from going out in the forest; people spotting him, and he didn’t really expect a very positive reaction, so he stood there for a while; staring and waiting for a reaction.
