April's brow became furrowed more and more the louder the argument got. Donnie and Casey stood mere centimetres away from each other, hurling insults and curses at one another with absolutely no intention of letting the other win. All over who would go to the fridge and get her a soda.
Mikey was sat on the floor by her feet, leaning back against the couch with his cheek on her knee, watching with a far more amused expression. He'd occasionally glance up at her, smiling sweetly, to which she'd pet his head in a playful ritual they'd invented, where the freckled turtle would purr and pretend he was a cat for her.
"Gap-tooth!"
"Cave-mouth!"
"Donerdtello!"
"Hockey puck!"
"Oh, that's real creative, Albert Whine-stein!" And so it went on. She was honestly wondering what the big fuss was about, and why she hadn't just gotten up to get it herself. That sixth sense of hers simply whispered that she shouldn't get up. Like something important was about to happen.
Maybe she should ask Mikey to go get her a drink.
"Hey, thirsty?" A purple can of grape soda suddenly appeared in front of her nose, the cold aluminium bumping against it playfully. She tilted her head back to see Raph crouched behind her above the pit, offering her the drink. "Grape's your favourite, right?," he asked, taking a sip of his cherry soda. A smile of absolute relief spread over her face, and she accepted the can.
"Thank you very much, Raphie," she declared slightly louder than necessary, catching the genius and vigilante's attention. Mikey stifled his giggling as April quaintly popped open the ring-pull and took a slug of fizzy purple liquid, giving an exaggerated sigh. Raph dropped down onto the couch beside her, one arm idly slung over the back and around her shoulders, sipping on his own drink, then looked up at the agape expressions on his brother and best friend's faces.
"What?," he asked, somewhat uncomfortable.
"Hey, Raph, how come you didn't get me a drink, bro?," Mikey pouted, lolling his head sideways to rest on Raph's knee instead.
His brother blinked. "I, uh... didn't think to."
Albert Whine-stein. I've wanted to use that one for ages! It's terrible but so very fitting. Anyway, more of Donnie and Casey's cock fights. You can feel the testosterone just radiating out of the screen if you concentrate hard enough. Additionally, I love the "Mikey-spy" thing fans seem to have going on, how the lil' Jellybean always seems to be in the right place at the right time. I like to think that he's coming up with his own ships in his mind, but won't voice them in fear of spoiling things. Plus; Raph, your gentleman is showing.
Hail to the princess, baby!