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Disclaimer; I am not an expert on this particular addiction.
Chapter three; Name's Rapheal. Sup'
Kit grumbled to herself as the stone elevator doors slid shut. "How hard can it be to find a stupid broom and dustpan? Then again, five bachelors in the same living space…" Kit conceded. "They really need a woman around."
The doors opened again. Kit stepped out but jumped back when she heard a bear growling.
After a couple minutes it finally occurred to Kit that the growling was too rhythmic to be a bear, unless it was sleeping, and the chances of a bear loose in New York City were extremely unlikely. Slowly Kit left the elevator and slipped over to the battle shell. She peaked around the edge of the vehicle and let loose with a sigh of relief.
No bears, just a hot-headed turtle. A hot-headed turtle wrapped around his motorcycle. Raphael had fallen asleep clutching his bike like Mikey clutched his teddy bear. Raph wasn't going to be too happy when he woke up and found out that he had drooled on the tire.
Quietly Kit slid out from her cover and stealthily moved to the corner where a heavy-duty broom was kept. As she slipped past Raph he gave aloud snort. Kit froze. If Raph woke up and found out that she had seen him: dead Kit.
"Mnom…vroom…yeah baby…heh, heh, heh faster." Raph mumbled. He smiled contentedly in his sleep and curled closer to the bike.
Once Kit was sure he had settled down she hurried over to the corner and grabbed the broom. On her return trip temptation suddenly struck. She resisted with all her might but was overcome and gave in. Stepping closer to Raph Kit carefully lifted the tails of his mask, then gently tied them around part of the bike.
Leaning just a tad closer Kit whispered, "Vroom."
"Heh-heh-he-yeah….hmmm, faster." Raph hummed. Kit snickered and went back to the elevator.
As the doors closed behind her Kit smiled and shook her head. "Cute. He'd kill me if he heard me say it, but cute, very cute." She nodded to herself, and then frowned. Come to think of it she hadn't heard his snoring in the lair for almost a month and considering her hearing it was probably a good guess that he had been here every night. "And disturbing, very disturbing."
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