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lee bebop ler rocksteady 2012 if ur comfortable :)?
This is a 2012 fic! Also, there are spoilers for season 3, so be aware in case you haven't gotten that far!
Lee: Bebop
Ler: Rocksteady
TW!: None!
Trying my best with the dialogue here, because man they talk in a unique way.
Shredder's lair wasn't a fun place to be in. Any, and all of his henchmen were forced to work for him with immense loyalty, as punishment was always severe if one lacked those traits.
Although they managed to scrape by without getting their heads cut off, Bebop and Rocksteady were the most frequent ones to face the wrath of their master.
There had been a meeting called for that exact reason, Tiger Claw giving everyone yet another informative speech about professionality, and how failure will always have unpleasant repercussions. As he droned on about the seriousness of pleasing Master Shredder, Steranko had lost interest, glancing around the room. Eventually, his gaze had been drawn to his comrade, and the small insect crawling across his back.
Though they were no longer in his warehouse, and had more available food, the habit of eating any living thing they could find had stuck. The rhino mutant slowly moved his hand as to not draw the attention of the insect, and swiped at the other's torso. There was a surprised noise, and the whip of the warthog's head to face the larger.
Zeck clenched his jaw, voice high pitched from surprise, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. "Ivan. This is one of those important meeting-thingies. Do. Not. Touch me." Rocksteady gave him a mildly disconcerted look, and tried to follow the roach that had jumped away from his hand.
He found it to be much more difficult to do simple things, such as grabbing small objects, when he had hands twice the size of his previous ones. The mutant continued to grab and prod at different spots along the smaller's body, undisturbed by the hushed shriek emanating from the tech-savvy.
Zeck slapped at the hands that seemed to be attacking him without provocation, stomping his foot as laughter piled up inside his throat. "'Steady, quihihit! SNRT-"
Some of the others that were close-by were giving the pair weird looks, and Tigerclaw cast them a beyond-annoyed glare, but continued with his meeting. Bebop was most definitely aware of the fact that he was being forced to steal everyone's attention, but he also knew he had no hope of stopping a likely seven-foot rhinoceros.
Said mutant was trailing the roach with his remaining eye, trying and failing to grab the arthropod with incredibly low accuracy. He tried catching it again, hand latching onto the other's side. When the warthog practically jumped away from him, he held onto his shoulder, preventing the smaller from wiggling away, and went right back to trying to catch the bug.
At this point, Zeck had a hand slapped over his mouth, pushing desperately at his friend's hands, as he stomped on the ground. As soon as the hand latched onto his hip, he screeched, flailing away. Tigerclaw had stopped speaking, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest looked on awkwardly.
Steranko had finally caught the roach, either unaware, or indifferent to all of the concerned glanced he was receiving, and popped the roach into his mouth. Some cringed at the wet crunch that followed the silence of the room, and Bebop wrapped his arms around himself at his release, putting his head down and trying to quiet himself before he got into even more trouble.
"Anton Zeck. The behavior you and the rest of these imbeciles demonstrate is the exact reason why we are here in the first place, wasting time that could be used to complete orders."
The pig groaned, clearly entirely uninterested in being scolded like a child, and shot Rocksteady a glare. "It's not me you should be talking to, pussy cat.."
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Uhhh I had no idea how to end this one, and am in a bit of a time crunch. I hope you like it anyways, so yeah.