A/N: I realized on the last chapter I forgot to mention that these little green cretins are unfortunately not mine. :P I realize so far these have been silly but fear not the angst is coming! I'm going to try to post a new drabble at least twice a week, but no promises, sorry! :( As always criticism is welcome. :) And don't forget to stay awesome! - OMH
Also, these won't be in any sort of chronological order, so I'll try to put the setting for each up here in the notes. This one is set right after the turtles meet April.
"Hey ….uh, Ariel, right?"
It was the orange one again. Ever since she had met these odd terrapin creatures, the orange one seemed to be spying on her; sure he was friendly, but every time she turned around, there he was. He seemed fascinated with her in a way that none of the others were. The blue one, Lionel, no, Lenard, no, Leonardo, that was it. Leonardo was perfectly content to politely avoid her and focus solely on his ninja training. Donatello, the purple one, seemed almost afraid of her and rarely spoke; Don spent the majority of his time in his lab, his silence punctuated only by occasional explosions or breaking glass. She had yet to get to know the red one yet, because upon her arrival Raphael had done nothing but yell, curse, and break things before storming out, and he had yet to reappear during her visits to the Lair.
"April," she corrected, her mouth twisting in a wry smile, "like the month. You're… Michelangelo, right?"
Mikey grinned and vaulted the couch, plopping down heavily, "Yeah! So, uh, April," he furrowed his brow momentarily, "what's it like having hair?"
She paused, confused; what was it like to have hair? She had always had it, what would it be like to not have it?
"It feels like hair I guess…"
He rolled his baby blue eyes and laughed, "That's REAL specific."
She blushed, "Well sorry! It's not like I go home and practice explaining the qualities of human hair to myself so that I know how to answer weird questions from large mutant turtles!"
Waving his hand dismissively, Mikey chattered on, "Oh come on! You've had it every day of your life! What's that like? I mean, doesn't it get all in your face and get on your nerves and stuff? Why don't you just cut it all off? Wouldn't being bald be a lot easier?"
"NO! It's not like that at all!" How could he even suggest that? No, scratch that, April had seen this one burp Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit; this should not have surprised her. She felt his eyes boring into her, demanding an answer via pure liquid cute.
She sighed, rolling her eyes and fighting a smile, "I guess it's kind of like your mask. You hardly ever take it off; it's part of you, even if it does get annoying. Right?"
"But I can take my mask off…" Mikey trailed off, his face brightening in anticipation "I'll be right back!" He reappeared several seconds later with a bright pink afro wig atop his head and a mask of matching color in his hand. "Here! You can wear this mask and I'll wear the wig and then it'll be like you're me and I'm you!"
April was overcome with hysterical laughter which made tying the neon pink band onto her face rather difficult. The fabric was scratchy, the eye holes did not fall where her eyes were, and she quickly realized that the mask was much more irritating than her hair had ever been, but Mikey and April's giggles could not be quelled as they continued to stare at the other's ridiculous appearance. The high pitched snickers soon roused even Master Splinter and Leonardo from their mediation and Don from the depths of his lab. Michelangelo opened his mouth to explain just as Raphael walked through the door to the Lair. Pausing, flabbergasted at the scene before him, Raph shook his head and let out a low chuckle.
"I don't even want to know."