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Oh you best believe I am SCHEMING right now...

Guess who just finished '03.. I love those guys so much

(I talk about the episode a little in the tags, so if you don't want spoilers don't read them)

I believe in all of you! 😁

Tickletober Day 1- Anticipation

Okay, here we go! I don't think I'll put gifs or pictures for every day, because I'd run out pretty quick, but we'll see!

Lee: Leo

Ler: Donnie (kind of?)

TW!: SWEARING!

"Ahem! And now, I present to you.. A new chair!"

Leo gasped, running over to where his purple brother stood, and ran his hands over the fabric on the new invention Donnie had just given him. "A chair! Ohh, now I don't have to wait for Dad to go to the bathroom to use his!"

Donnie smirked, hands clasped behind his back as he basked in his twin's approval. Well, the chair had a liiittle more to it than meets the eye. Donnie watched as his brother went to sit, then brought a small purple remote from behind him.

"Oh, Leo. As you know, I like to go above and beyond to make my gifts exceptional. Hence, I have added many features for your comfort." Leo, already leaned back in his seat, eyed the remote with curiosity.

"What kind of features? Oh! Can I recline it like Dad's?" A short chuckle came from the tech genius, and he pressed a button. Soon enough, the chair did infact lower, so that now Leo was facing the ceiling. "Yes, among many other additional things. With this baby, comes two cup holders, a foot rest, and.." he trailed off, having demonstrated each of the things he listed off. "a massage option."

The sword-wielding teen sat up, the chair rising with the click of a button to follow his movement. The leg rest went back down, and the slider noticed the mechanisms in which his legs were in. There were slots that each limb laid in, along with a smirk from his brother. All of a sudden, something was triggered in the machine, and the slots were now shut with his legs in them, along with more latches on the sides of his shell.

"I have specifically designed the chair to your assets, as well as sensors to detect movement. In a moment, I'm going to turn it on. It is very very important that you completely relaax. Two 'very's." A quizzical look overtook Leo's face. He tried to lean forward, but his shell kept him firmly in place. His legs were immobilized, and it seemed all he could move were his arms and head. The slider looked to the other. "Hey Donnie? How come I can't move?"

"The chair is designed to be as relaxing as possible. Therefore, once it is on, you won't need to move. Here, allow me." Donnie flipped a switch on the remote, and something shifted in the leg area of the contraption. It was now that Leo had become more conscious of his twin's body language. Don was acting.. strange. Like he was keeping something from him.

His suspicions were interrupted as padded metal came into contact with his legs, and it was now that Leo realized that the "massage" wasn't really planned to relax him. Eughhh boy.

"Wait- Donnie, no. You- you can't do this to me! I'm your hermano, your brother!" He tried to pry himself out with his arms, but it was no use. The blue-themed turtle looked at his brother with pleading eyes as panic settled in.

"Whatever do you mean? I'm merely trying to provide comfort and happiness to my oh-so-lovable brother." Donatello held up the remote, moving his finger excruciatingly slowly towards another button.

Leo panicked, trying to do anything that would result in his escape. He couldn't retract into his shell, he couldn't pull his legs out, and he was 90% sure that Donnie wasn't planning on releasing him just because he asked. Well.. 10% means he still has hope, right?

"DON! Donnie please, I'll do your chores for a week! Don't do it!"

Donnie only chuckled. "Oh Nardo, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do." His finger lowered the rest of the way, switching something that was sure to bring hell to his brother. Leo just about screamed as an unbearable tickling sensation shot through his entire body, the entirety of his legs being pressed into in light, circular motions.

"GyahaHAHAHAH!! OHOH SHIHIHIHIT!"

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There we go! I know that there's really only t-wording at the end, but the theme was 'anticipation', so worry not! There will be more!

I got the idea for this a little bit ago. One of my childhood friends had a leg massaging chair, and the memory just recently resurfaced. My first thought was, 'Oh yeah, Leo would absolutely die if he was forced into one of those.' so yeah! I'll put a picture of what I mean below.

Happy October!! 🎃🎃🎃

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Jax gets instant karma from Ragatha after hiding a centipede in her room

I LOVE THEM SM- 😩😩

Always! No such thing as too much 😌😌😌

TickleTober Day 6- Cuddles

Lee: Raph

Ler: Mikey

TW!: None!

(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)

It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.

He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.

Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.

So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-

"Mikey, you alright?"

The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"

Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.

Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.

Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.

"What's funny, Raphie?"

Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."

Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there two.

This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"

"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.

Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.

"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"

Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.

"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.

Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"

Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.

Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.

This might be my favorite tmnt trope ever- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭😭

You can't talk about my brother like that!

(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!)Raph doesn't like the way Leo talks about himself, so he decides to get him to say something nice about himself. One way or another.

Based on this post by @rice-cake-teen10

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Raph❤️

“Wow Leo,” Raph said, eyes widening, “You move a lot quicker than before!”

“Not quick enough,” Leo huffed, wiping the sweat away after successfully running through the obstacle course he and Raph had set up.

Raph frowned, but didn't push, and they started running through again.

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“That hit was terrible!”

“I should've moved faster!”

“That sucked!”

“I'm terrible at this!”

“I need to be better!”

“Why do I suck so bad!?”

Raph did not like all the insults Leo made about himself. They were quick, and mumbled, so people didn't question them.

But Raph had enough. He was not about to let anyone insult his little brother! Not even said little brother himself.

No.

He was going to make sure Leo learned not to, put him in a better mood, and get him to talk nicely about himself.

Next time he said something, Raph would attack.

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“Ugh! Why am I so stupid!?” Leo muttered after missing a hit with his sword.

“Hey!” Raph exclaimed, making Leo jump.

“What?” Leo asked, turning to face him.

“Raph doesn't like the way you've been talkin’ about yourself,” Raph said firmly, crossing his arms and looming over Leo.

“Like what?” Leo asked nervously, trying to play dumb.

“You know what Raph’s talking about,” Raph said, eyes narrowing.

“No?” Leo asked, sweating nervously.

“Then I'll help you remember,” Raph said, cracking his knuckles.

He pulled Leo into a tight hug, feeling the slider reluctantly lift his arms to hug around Raph's neck and wrist them on his shoulders. (None of them could wrap their arms around his shoulders all the way)

“Heh, thanks Raph,” Leo chuckled a bit, the hug tightened and Raph shifted his hold a little.

Leo tried to pull back from the hug, but his eyes widened as he realized his hands were trapped.

And then he realized something else. . .there was another set of hands? Had Raph seriously created another set of Ninpō hands to hug him tighter? (An: He did in the show when fighting the shredder! So it's possible :>)

“Uh, Raph?” Leo chuckled nervously, “You can let go now.” He looked up, only for his eyes to widen at the smirk spreading across Raph's face.

“I know,” Raph said with a smirk, “I will when you say something nice about yourself.”

“What?” Leo grimaced, “Why? Dude, seriously, let me go!”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Leo. Just something nice about yourself,” Raph said.

Leo grimaced, but stayed still, “I guess we're staying in this hug then.”

Raph yanked Leo up suddenly as the Ninpō hands yanked Leo's arms above his head.

Leo gasped, now trapped in Raph's arms with the snapper giving him an evil grin.

“Last chance, Leon.”

“Just lemme go!” Leo glared. He was not saying anything.

“Okay then!”

“RahahaHAHAHAhAhaph!” Leo squealed as Raph started poking at his sides, “NohOHhohoHOT thiHIHIhihIs!”

“Just say something nice! You can't talk about my brother like that and get away with it!” Raph mock-scolded, starting to pinch at Leo's sides.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed, trying to squirm and kick away.

“You just gotta say something~.” Raph cooed as Leo laughed.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, face bright red as he squirmed.

“C'mon, Leo!” Raph laughed, skittering his fingers on Leo's ribs, “Something nice.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Leo shrieked, trying to kick Raph away, “RAHAHAHAPHIE PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Leeeeo, please!” Raph teased, tickling harder and making Leo shriek, “C'mon, something nice!”

“NAHAHA- SNRK-! HAHAHAHAHA!” Leo cackled, throwing his head back and trying to yank his arms free and kicking his legs frantically.

“You're making this so much more difficult than it's gotta be!” Raph huffed, and Leo shrieked as he started tickling his underarms.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as Raph wiggled his fingers over the sensitive skin mercilessly, “STAHAHAHAP!”

Raph continued mercilessly tickling Leo, before slowly tickling down his side towards his tummy.

“RAHAHAHAPHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE NO! I WILL DIHIHIHE!” Leo begged, eyes glistening with happy tears and cackling as Raph traced around his plastron just above his tummy.

“Got something nice to say about yourself?”

At Leo's silence, Raph skittered his hands over Leo's tummy.

“NAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs and squirming.

He tried fighting his way out of Raph's tight hold, only to shriek more and get tickled harder for his efforts.

“Hmmm, I think I want a bit of this sweet tum-tum of yours,” Raph cooed, lifting Leo up and leaning down a bit.

“No-! SNRK-!” Leo giggled, “DON'T- NAHAHAHAHAHHAA!”

Leo screamed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically as Raph blew raspberries all over his tummy. He stated nibbling lightly, making little ‘om nom’ sounds that had Leo in stitches.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo begged, snorting and squeaking between his giggles as happy tears streamed down his red face.

“One nice thing then,” Raph cooed, lightly pinching Leo's cheek as he nibbled at his plastron, “You look so adorable, Lee!”

“NAHAHAHA-!” Leo squealed, cackling as Raph nibbled at his ribs, “HEHEHEHHELP!”

As expected, no one came to help, and Leo was losing his mind from the silly feeling of raspberries all over his ribs.

Leo suddenly squealed as Raph rested his hand on his thigh, clamping down ever so slightly, “Last chance, Leon~.”

“OHOHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I LIHIHIHIKE MY STRIHIHIHIPES!” Leo cried desperately.

Leo screeched as Raph drummed his fingers on his thigh, “Now tell me something good about you that isn't looks.”

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAHASN’T PAHAART OF THE DEHEHEHEEEAL!” Leo screeched, “RAHAH- AHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Just this last thing and you're free!” Raph cooed, “Unless you don't want Raphie to stop with his tickle tickle tickles~?’

“HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! I LIHIHIHIKE HOW FAHAHAHAAST I CAHAHAAN PLAHAHAHAN! NOW LEHEHEHEEMME GOHOHOHO!” Leo screamed, cackling loudly.

Raph did as asked, and Leo immediately wrapped his arms around his middle, giggling nonstop in Raph's arms.

“Well, Leo?”

“Shut it!” Leo giggled, wiping away the tears and trying to run away the phantom tingling.

“You're amazing, Lee,” Raph said earnestly, “And I don't want you ever thinking you aren't. I'll tickle you a thousand times until you admit to it.”

“Oh,” Leo said, a rush of emotion flooding him at that. He leaned his head against Raph's plastron, raising one arm to hug him, “Thanks, Raphie.”

“No problem,” Raph chuckled, “Just remember, you can't talk about my little brother like that!”

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So…yeah guys! As promised (and most DEF not a couple days late…): here is the poll determining which should be my first fic I post of Ao3 😌💞!!!

If you need a reading refresher to decide which fic to pick, I linked my TMNT masterpost down below ☺️💕:

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“Remind me why I’m here again?” Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brother’s room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “I have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.” 

“Oho yeah?” Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, “What work?” 

Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, “Just plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why I’m here so I can be on my merry way.” 

“With pleasure.” The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, “Y'know that since The Invasion I’ve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?”

“I’m aware.” The older nodded. 

“Well, Barry’s been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much I’ve improved!” Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.

The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, “So…where do I come to play in all of this?” The softshell asked.

“I wanna test how good I’ve gotten! And you’re the perfect person to test this tactic on.” The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, “And besides, you’ve been grumpy all week…you need this.” He mumbled to himself.

The scientist cocked his head to the side, “What was that last part?”

“Nothing!” The youngest said innocently, getting two feather’s from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand. 

“…Feathers.” Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.

“Feathers!” Mikey repeated. 

“…So…I’m just going to hold up these feathers for…how long?” The elder asked.

“Just hold the two feathers up and I’ll take care of the rest!” The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box. 

The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.

Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brother’s other side.

The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. “I-I did— GHK! I-I did no— HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!” He seethed. 

“Uhuh…yehes you did.” Mikey snickered, “I’d advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.”

“A-And why— ACK! Is that?!” Donatello glared.

“Well you see…if you put your arms down I’d have nooooo choice but to take the feathers you’re holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!” The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?!” The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, “Mikey I hAVE w-work to do and I— AUGH!!!” He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating feather’s made their way to his ribs. “Nohoh! Cohohome ohan!!” 

Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.

The softshell had work to do! He didn’t have time for these foolish games…!

But underneath his cursing and scowls…he really did enjoy this— I mean whaaaaat…? Now who said that?!

“Ihi HAHATE YOHOU!!” The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the feather’s across his underarms, “YOHOU’RE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!”

“Is it really~?” The box turtle hummed. 

“YEHES! YEHES IHIT— hic IHIS!” The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two feather’s he was once holding now on the floor. 

“Uh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!” The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.

“Now~! Where should they go~?” The smaller turtle teasingly asked.

The young genius shook his head frantically, “NOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!” 

“Mr. and Mrs. Feather don’t like your cussing, Don-bon~!” 

“WEHELL TEHEHELL THEM— hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!” Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.

Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuff…

“Dee~! Your arms aren’t raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!” The orange banded mutant mused.

“NOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!” The light golden eyed teen squawked.

“No~?” Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnie’s shell with his mystic powers, “EEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!”

“Then put your arms up!” The younger said innocently, moving the feather’s down to the other’s plastron area. 

The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, “Cohohount yohour hic dahahays…” 

“Uno reverse, Donald.” The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshell’s tummy. 

“GYAHAH— hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAH— hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!” 

“Whaaaat~?” Michelangelo hummed.

“G-GEHEHET THEHEM AHA— hic! OHOHOUT!!!” The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“But why, Tickle Tello~?” The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.

The purple banded turtle’s face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, “DOHOHON’T hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!”

“Okay, Tickle-Tello.” The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.

“Do you remember what we agreed on~?” Michelangelo asked. 

“NOHO— hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHI— hic!! IHIHIT!!!” The light golden eyed teenager squawked. 

“Oh? Then why are you, hm~?” The youngest asked as he pinched the other’s hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brother’s wrists. 

Donnie understood the rules…he really did! 

But this was just plain unfairness at this point.

“MIHI— hic! THAHAHAT’S CHEEHEEATING YOHOU— hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!” Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.

The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasn’t someone literally dying of laughter beside him. 

“It’s not my fault you put your arms down.” Mikey commented smugly.

“YEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHIS— hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!” Donatello howled. 

“Oh? Is it~?” The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brother’s thighs. The purple banded mutant’s eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother away…

…But who is he kidding?

When has that ever worked?  

“NAHAH— hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHI’M SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!” The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.

Mikey snickered lightly at the other’s plead, squeezing his brother’s thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics. 

Happy tears rolled down Donnie’s face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.

“Awe~! Someone looks like they’re having fun~!” Michelangelo giggled. 

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT!!” The taller turtle protested loudly.

“You sure~?”

“YEHE— HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!”

“You positive~?”

“YEHEHES!!!”

“D'aww…that’s a shame~! Maybe this’ll help~!” The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brother’s stomach whilst kneading the softshell’s thighs. 

The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the other’s plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, “OHOHAH— HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!”

“And you’re digging yourself into an even deeper hole.” Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man. 

“MIHIHIKEY!!!” Donnie cried.

“Yeeeeees~?” The youngest smirked.

“EEHEE— HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!” 

“Aw~!! But I didn’t even get to tickle your shell yet~!” The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the taller’s shell.

“MIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!” The older screeched. 

“Okahay, okay, drahahama queen.” The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the feather’s going back into the box. 

The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. “Lihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.” Donatello grumbled through his giggles.

The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, “Oh~? So does that mean you wouldn’t wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?”

“…I-I nehever sahaid thahat…” The light golden eyed teen huffed.

“Soooooo, same time next week?” The smaller teen grinned knowingly.

“…Whahatever.” The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face. 

Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, “Same time next week it is, then.” 

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ME AS WELL!! 😌😌😌

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.