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Rating: K
Pairing: None
Chapter 25: Speak
"Speak! C'mon Klunkie, I know you can do it! Speak!" Orange banded turtle encouraged, eyes wide and hopeful at his pet.
The fuzzy little kitten tilted it's head to the side, oversized yellow eyes boring into his master's blue ones. "Mew?" he asked.
Mikey frowned, "Uh, no... but that's a good try!" He gave the kitten a quick pat on the head with his forefinger before diving said hand into his belt, pulling from it a bag of cat treats. He quickly grabbed a small treat, raising his hand up and dangling it above the little animal's head. "Okay Klunk, now sit!"
The orange head tilted to the other side before the young cat reached up and batted at the sea-green limb.
"Kluuuuuuuuuunk!" Michelangelo snickered, trying and failing to act annoyed, "Your supposed to sit, not grab." He smiled as the little kitten just mewed and lent forward, licking the mutant's chin with its sand papery tongue.
"Awww, so cute."
Mikey blinked as he looked up to see Donatello smiling down at him, a soft smile on his face. The jokester grinned at the older terrapin, "Heya Donnie!"
Don tilted his head to the side, much like what the kitten had done prior, "Mike, what are you doing?"
"Teaching Klunkie here some tricks!" The youngest exclaimed.
"...You do realize it's not a dog, right?"
Mikey looked shocked. "Klunk? A big, lumbering, drooling dog? I may not be a genius like you, Don, but I can tell the difference between a sweet little kitten and a large ol' dog. Don't get me wrong, dogs are okay, but they are SO overrated!"
The bo-wielder nodded, not really understanding but deciding best to go along anyways, "Right." He chuckled to himself lightly, turning to go into the kitchen as he heard Mikey continue to praise the cat into speaking.
"...mama?"
The genius froze in his tracks. His brow furrowing, he turned his head over to see Mikey, also looking shell-shocked, starring at the small kitten. The two brothers glanced at each other then back to the kitten.
The fluff ball mewed softly before opening it's mouth and speaking clearly, "...Mama?"
In utter surprise, Mike's grip on the treat slipped and it fell to the ground. Jingling the bell on its collar, Klunk streaked after it, gobbling it up quickly. Its little mouth then opened in a yawn and it shook its head sleepily. Purring loudly, the kitten bounded back into Michelangelo's lap and rubbed up against his plastron, unaware to the shocked expressions he had gained.