il terzo giorno
The day went by a lot faster than the previous day, but that was probably because he knew he would be seeing Raphael later on that evening.
It was quarter to ten when Mikey arrived in the town centre with a long orange scarf wrapped around his neck for the extra warmth, although still nothing on his upper half. He knew he was early, but he just couldn't wait any longer.
It was after ten and Raph still hadn't turned up and Mikey's mind began to worry again, but that all disappeared when he felt someone approach behind him and familiar lips pressed against the back of his neck.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Sorry I'm late, my brother caught me on the way out."
"What did you say?"
"I just said I was going out for a walk, but he knows where I'm actually going, Donnie told him."
"Why did he tell him?" Mikey frowned.
"They're mates, they tell each other everything."
"Why do you sound sad when you say that? Isn't that a good thing?" He asked, confused.
"It is, it's just...they haven't been...getting along like they used to, they've been mates a long time."
"How long?"
"About six years now."
"Six years, I thought Donatello was the same age as me, how old are you all?" Mikey asked, realising he really didn't know much about the turtle he'd fallen in love with.
"Donnie is twenty-four, Leo's twenty-seven, I'm twenty-six."
"Wow...you're almost ten years older than me."
"Does that bother you?" Raph asked, nervous.
"No." Mikey smiled and kissed along Raph's jawline before meeting his lips. "What you said about them, not getting along...do you mean Leo's gonna find another mate...if he doesn't have one already?"
"It's not really my place to say."
"Sorry."
"Come on, let's go to the lake." Raph said and held out his arm for Mikey to take, which he did, happily.