"Don... I went thirty years not seeing yer mug, trust me... gonna take more than that to get me sick of seeing ya again." Raph said, offering a small smile, even as his one eye took in his brother yet again. "Shell you look skinny..." He added, comparing himself to his brother, who was much leaner, and more so than just the difference in their fighting style allotted for. No, Raph had thirty years of hard, barely surviving fighting and training under his belt, to make him thicker and more dense than his much younger brother. "At least the height should catch up eventually." he added with a smirk.