I'm Not a Little Girl Anymore

They’re your friends? Yeah, they’re my friends. Tell him.

It is not he didn’t trust in his team but just in case.. He wasn’t going to walk around with the penguins logo all over him!

     With hands clapped together and face in full swing pout mode, she said, “If not your plastron, then just your shell. Spray paint is removable, you know, or at least they make the kind that is. I’ll be sure to get that, you can check it before I do anything, I promise.” She was doing her best to get him to cave, going so far as to BEG as she was doing right now. “A tailor made jersey would be WAY too expensive and you know it, so this is the next best thing.”

“Alright… But if your team loses.. You’ll clean Mikey’s room.” Donatello said with tremendous amusement. “Good luck finding a Jersey that fits me.” He added, not really considering in wearing it.. Because thanks to his shell and his tremendous size is really not easy to wear tops at all. In fact.. He only tries during winter and because Raph has knitted them those sweaters. 

          “How about instead, I get to spray paint your shell AND plastron with all Penguins stuff?” Although she was changing up her end of the deal, she hoped he’d be up for it, cause damn would it be HILARIOUS to see Donatello walking around with spray paint covering his front and back.

“Let’s make it interesting then.” He smirked and looked at her while she made herself comfortable. “What do you have to offer if your team wins?” He asked and shifted on his chair to face her, his computer could wait for a moment, now this was more challenging. 

     A brow rose in interest as Donatello brought his attention solely on her, April tilting her head slightly as she tried to get a read on him. “WHEN my team wins, you’re gonna wear a Murray jersey for a week straight,” she replied with a grin, continuing to enjoy her popsicle.

“Wanna bet?” He asked, smiling. “Think about it with detail.. You might regret accepting so.. Think about it veeeeery well.” He teased and went back to his book.

          “There’s nothing to think about. It’s a done deal and you know it.” Gently biting another chunk out of her popsicle, the brunette stretched her legs out and crossed her feet, every bit as CONFIDENT in her boys and their upcoming Stanley Cup win as Donnie seemed to be in their failure.

          “You gonna tell me what’s got you all BUTTONED UP or are you gonna leave me to my imagination?”

     “I can’t deny that all those times Mikey nearly fell wasn’t all from just being clumsy. Raph was a little ticked off that day and got a little.. ‘Shove happy’. I guess you’d call it.” Leos eyes drifted to one of the screens, showing previews for upcoming movies and pursing his lips in thought. “…We should go see a movie some time. I’m sure Raph will let me borrow his trench. We can sneak in and out the back.”

     Her hands moved down his forearms, wrapping around the tops of his fingers with a gentle brush of her thumbs. “Sounds like Raph,” she commented. Although she enjoyed the images and the glow they cast, she could feel the energy DRAINING from her in the comfortable position they were in. “Yea. Movie sounds fun.” Voice trails off as eyes close and head turns to rest better against the turtle’s plastron covered in the tailored suit he wore.

          “You DO realize he’s a giant, mutated turtle who more than likely thinks humans are gross and is practically my BROTHER, right?”

     A finger came up under his eye, letting out a blow of breath to help get it together. “Jeez, April you might just throw me into Cardiac Arrest.”

          “You gonna tell me what’s got you all BUTTONED UP or are you gonna leave me to my imagination?”

     His chin came to rest atop her head, loving the feeling of her soft hair. It was always something he admired about her. Those beautiful brown locks always caught his eye, even when they first met. And the smell. It always smelled to delightful. “..Say.. What type of Shampoo do you use? Your hair always looks, feels, and smell so great.”

     At the change in conversation, she was quickly swept up in the images of Mikey, her chuckle joining Leo’s as they sat there together. “I can only imagine,” she replied, settling back against the other. At his question, her brows furrowed. “I don’t know, the generic kind? Honestly, I just get whatever’s cheapest and comes in BULK.”