1(A/N: This is sick! The real story is 132 words long. I enjoy doing drabbles...)
A tongue laps at the stiff object in front of it, sliding down the sides and up the underside, already tasting the delicious liquid sliding along it. So sweet and yet so sour to the mouth it is currently in. Simply delectable.
"Mmm..." Don moans, making a face of pure delight.
Raph also makes a face, but a slightly different one. One of disgust. "Don...how can you sit there and devour that whole sour popsicle like that? They're...Gross."
Don slides the popsicle out of his mouth and wipes at his lips with a napkin. "You obviously don't appreciate good food, then, Raphie."
Raph snorts and sees Mikey storm through the area, a look of rage on his face. "What's wrong with you?" Raph asks.
"Leo beat me at Guitar Hero."