It was starting to seem like the Turtles would never come back. April had dropped by to visit them, only to be to told by Master Splinter that they'd had to go on an urgent mission. She even considered calling them on the TurtleCom, but decided against it. After all, it wasn't really an emergency or anything. She was just bored.
Should I just leave? No, that's rude.
After all, Master Splinter was her friend, too.
But he wasn't exactly making her wait any more interesting. They had exhausted all the usual topics for small talk, and he had grown more and more quiet. Now, he sat perfectly still on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Maybe he's taking a nap.
That did sound nice right about now.
April could feel her eyes getting heavier, and heavier, and heavier…
She didn't meant to fall asleep. It just sort of… happened.
About an hour later, she found herself lifting her face away from his bristly brown fur and hoping that she hadn't drooled on him.
Well, it's no fuzzy blanket, but it's surprisingly cozy!
And he didn't smell that bad, either. Well, no worse than the rest of the sewer.
More like a pet store, maybe.
"Did you enjoy your nap, Ms. O'Neil?"
Oh, dear. He's awake.
April quickly began apologizing, but he put out his hand to silence her, telling her that it was "quite alright" and "an enjoyable experience".
As he did, she noticed the twinkle in his eye, and began to suspect something.
Is this what he wanted all along?
April considered herself married to her job, and didn't have a special man in her life. She'd never even dreamed of falling asleep with one.
But this? I would gladly do this again.
It certainly was a weird thought. He was (probably) much older than her. He was was a rat. Well, a rat-man. But it just felt so right. The smell of his fur, the sound of his heartbeat, the feel of his tail brushing against her leg…
Maybe- just maybe, she liked him as more than a friend.
Smooch! Smack! Slurp!
A few weeks later, April was passionately kissing Splinter.
As she did, she felt his fur tickling her lips, and his whiskers brushing against her cheeks.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps!
Slap, slap, slap!
Michelangelo's feet were slapping against the sewer floor.
April and Splinter quickly disconnected their lips.
"Michelangelo!" Splinter said. "I was not expecting you to be back so soon."
"Well I suddenly remembered that I had some slices of pizza calling my name, back at home."
There was an awkward pause.
"Were you two… kissing?"
Splinter was about to say something, but April interrupted him.
"Yes! Yes, we were!" she said. "I know it sounds weird, but I can love whoever I want to love, and I don't care what anybody else thinks!"
"Well, I think that's totally yuck-o!" Michelangelo said. "I'm outta here!"
"And what of those pizza slices?" Splinter asked.
"I'm taking them to go!"
After Michelangelo took his pizza and left, Splinter and April stared deeply into each other's eyes.
"Shall we continue?" Splinter asked.
"Of course!"
And so, the kissing continued. But this time, it was French kissing.
The End