Raphael stood by the stove, busily making dinner. A pretty normal sight to behold in the Lair, considering Raph was one of... okay, practically the only turtle who could cook well. At least from the Clan.

So what exactly was so surprising for Casey when he spotted his best bud? A Chibi-Mikey laying on the emerald-green head, that's what.

"Hey, Raph, you got something on that dome of yours."

"Haha, Casey." Raph muttered, not taking his eyes off the carrots he was chopping.

Chibi-Mikey lifted a little piece of white carton with the word 'Hi' written on it, and Chibi-Casey (riding safely in his bigger him's breast pocket) waved back the greeting.

"Hey, Chibi-M. Wha'cha got there?"

"It's a flash card." Raph explained, now slicing tomatoes. "Donny made them so they could communicate better."

"Ah. You think Donny'd make some for Chibi-Case too?"

"Yah'd have to ask 'im."

"Well, where is he?"

"Holed up in the lab." A small smirk. "He was muttering something about 'screws'."

Casey stared at the expression. "Do I wanna know?"

"Not really."

"Cool. Listen, I wan- is that an itsy-bitsy band-aid I see?"

"He fell."

"You guys really go all out for the little guys, don't you?"

"Look who's talking, you're as bad as us."

"Am not."

"Who's tryin' to build a chibi-bike?"

"Shut up."

Raph grinned, for the first time meeting the other's eyes. "Admit it."

"Never. Casey Jones does not admit to mushiness."

Chibi-Casey chose this moment to pull at his bigger him's shirt.

Casey immediately looked down. "What is it, what's wrong?"

"What makes yah think there's something wrong?"

Mumble. "That was an unhappy pull."

"...seriously, Case. As bad as us."

The vigilante ignored him, keeping his attention on his chibi.

Chibi-Casey indeed was frowning unhappily, pointing a finger towards the ground, then at Chibi-Mikey.

"Oh, yah wanna play with Chibi-M?

A brightening of the little expression and a nod.

"That okay?"

"What do you think?" Raph asked, glancing up. Chibi-Mikey patted his head twice for a 'yes'. "Put 'em down, Case."

Casey gently gathered the two into one hand, and kneeled on the floor, watching them scamper off to play. He did not like the way his chibi was grinning. He didn't realize he had spoken that thought out loud, till he heard Raph ask "Wha'd ya mean?"

"Ummm... well, he may have taken one of his toys with him." He knew he should've checked his chibi's backpack before leaving the apartment.

"And that's bad how?"

"Cause I, um... look, you know how your chibis are oversexed little devils."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, so I kinda bought Chibi-Casey a sex doll."

"You what?"

"I bought him a sex doll. Though he didn't seem to like it very much."

Raph face-palmed. "And what did you think he was going to do with a blow-up doll, you dumbass?"

"I'm not that dumb, okay? I bought 'im one of those special adult Barbie dolls."

"Special adult Barbie doll."

"Yeah. It's anatomically correct, and came with accessories and everything. I even took the time to find a redhead for him."

"Chibi-Ape's pretty much smitten with Chibi-Donny."

"I know, but yah can't blame a guy for trying."

A chuckle. "So he didn't play with it, I gather."

"No. But he did show an odd interest with the accessories."

"...what exactly are those?"

"A little leather whip. A small ball-gag. A set of padded cuffs, and knee-spreaders-"

"Those wouldn't be workable, would they?"

"They work, believe me."

"Dammit."

"Yeah." Fidgeting. "And there was also a dildo."

Raph stared.

"Uh-huh. And after Chibi-Me figured out where it goes, he's been carrying it around like a teddy-bear, grinning the whole time."

A disbelieving sigh. "Seriously, just what kind of programming did Donny put in them?!"

A sheepish grin.

"You'd better watch it, Mikey's still pissed at what happened last time."

"Yeah, like I'm scared of the pip-squeak."

"Just make sure Chibi-You leaves with the damn thing. Knowing mine and Leo's, they'll probably wanna borrow it."

"You don't want them to know the joys of adult special-time?"

"They have enough sex, thank you very much."

"Sure. Oh, hey, I just remembered what I came here for!"

"Not just to pervert the still-somewhat-innocent?"

"No. I wanted to invite you on an all-night bad-guy-ass-kicking-frenzy. Tonight, you and me, wha'd yah say?"

"Can't."

"What do yah mean, 'can't'?"

"No offense, Case, seriously. I'd like nothin' more than to clobber some Purple Dragons, but I can't."

"...why?"

"I already promised the chibis I'd read Harry Potter to 'em today."

"...dude."

"Don't 'dude' me, yah bonehead. Who was it exactly that I caught reading 'Winnie the Pooh' to Chibi-Casey?"

"...He likes Tigger."

"And Chibi-Me likes Snape, Chibi-Mikey likes the Weasley Twins, Chibi-Leo likes Dumbledore, and Chibi-Donny likes Hermione."

The two stared at each other, then sighed. "We're mushy and soft on the little guys, aren't we?"

"We're as smitten with them as Chibi-Donny with Chibi-April."

"Dammit."

"Casey, we gotta face it. We're-"

"Don't say it."

"Domestic."

Casey face-palmed, dragging the hand down roughly.

"Ditto."

A tiny shoe tapping on the floor caught their attention, and they turned to look in the direction it came from. Chibi-Shredder waved in greeting from the entrance, and held up a flash card of a teapot.

"I'll finish with the soup and I'll make yah a new batch. Around five to ten minutes, 'kay?"

Chibi-Shredder bowed in thanks and left.

"Yup. Domestic."

"I'm more of a servant."

"Still domestic."

"And doesn't the word burn?"

"Like Hell. Just yesterday Chibi-Me wanted ice-cream, and I spent half-an-hour figuring how big a scoop I should give him."

"And?"

"I just let him eat out of my bowl."

"We suck."

"That we do."

The two paused when they heard two sets of chibi-feet running towards them. "Now what?"

Two little forms run into the kitchen, and made a beeline for the terrapin.

"Hey, little dudes." Casey greeted the two chibis, smirking when they paused to wave at him before running up to Raph. The two outstretched their little arms, bouncing eagerly on their feet.

Raphael looked at them. "Yah want up or yah want up-up?"

Chibi-Leo showed two fingers.

"A'ight then." Raphael bent down, ignoring Casey's sarcastic "Up-up?". He waited long enough for the chibis to climb onto his hand before straightening and placing the two on the top of his head.

"They look comfy."

"Yeah, well." Raph turned back to the stove, barely even reacting when he asked "What's rule number one?"

Chibi-Leo scowled, but obediently broke the kiss with Chibi-Raphie, releasing the other from his embrace.

Casey stared. "Just what is 'rule number one'?"

"Rule number one of riding on Raphael's head is 'No sex cause Raphael can get distracted and will walk into a wall'."

"...yah need a rule for that?"

"After I walked into a wall, I figured yes."

"...you're right, they have enough sex already."

"Yah think?" Raphael raised a sarcastic eye-ridge, then turned his attention to the sulking chibi. "Yah want down?"

Chibi-Leo paused in thought, they shook his head violently, laying down and nuzzling the emerald-green skin.

"They really love that bald head o' yours, don't they?"

"Yeah, we don't know why. Don thinks it might be because I'm the tallest, and they like heights."

"Chibi-Me doesn't like riding on my head."

"Wash your hair first, then maybe he'll think differently."

"My hair is clean, thank you very much."

"Then take one off my head, and put it on yours." A tap on his head. "Just to see how you like it, kay?"

Two taps.

"That's a go, Case."

Grinning, the human lifted Chibi-Leo, and placed him on the top of his head. "Well? Does he look happy?"

Chibi-Leo looked around curiously around him, touching the black hair, and shifting his positioning slightly. He lay down, and inhaled the scent deeply. And though it was a nice smell, deep and musky and warm, he preferred another.

So he sat up, shook his head and outstretched his arms towards Raphael.

Casey chuckled as the terrapin plucked the little one off his head and put him back on his. "Guess mine doesn't compare."

"Maybe you stink."

"Maybe 'cause Leo doesn't like me."

"Then yah should've tried with Chibi-Me."

"Fine." Casey grabbed the chibi, and with great gusto, put his gently on Chibi-Leo's previous spot.

Chibi-Raphie glanced around his new place, pretty much like the other chibi had done. He petted the smooth hair and grinned to himself. Soft... He buried his beak into the strands and inhaled the scent, analyzing the different tangs carefully.

Then he promptly snuggled into the soft bed of hair.

"Lookie that."

"Chibi-You likes me."

Chibi-Leo gritted his teeth in jealous anger.

Suddenly, a shout (or a shriek heard on the top-side) rose from the living-room.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO CHIBI-ME?!"

"HEY!" Casey grabbed the chibi off his head and nearly thrust him at his bigger him, ignoring the other's startled "Hey!", then run out of the kitchen. "You leave Chibi-Casey alone!"

Two pairs of golden eyes stared after him in shock. One pair of brown eyes glared after him in anger at how the other chibi had been manhandled.

Raph glanced down at his chibi, rubbing a comforting finger against the shaking tiny carapace. "You alright?"

Little arms wrapped around a green thumb, hugging it with a still-dazed expression.

"Want up-up?"

A slow nod.

"Okay." He slowly lifted his chibi up, feeling Chibi-Leo gather the other into his arms, hugging him tightly. He tried to return to his cooking when he felt a tiny hand tapping against his scalp. "Yeah, I'll help you kick Casey's ass, but later, 'kay? Let's give Mikey some time to finish with him."

Two taps for 'yes' from Chibi-Leo.