#cuddle bean

“So, what? Your Master didn’t teach you to fight? You are part of the Foot.” Raph tells him, and his wrists flick to a hand position that Turtle easily spots on as in confusion.

 Turtle usually stares at hands, and it wasn’t a peculiar thing at all. Growing up with learning ASL, he frequently makes more hand-contact than eye-contact.

 “Yes.” Turtles replies, and for a second Raph’s thrown over which part the Turtle answered. “I am part of the Foot, and no, Raphael. Master did not teach us to fight.” He aches to reveal that Master didn’t even raised them, but as much as he begins to trust Raphael, he doesn’t desire to divulge about his life. He wishes to learn more about Raphael’s.

 “So,” Turtle sits down, tapping the makeshift crutch as his brown eyes glance up at Raphael’s emerald ones. “how long have you been doing this, Ninjutsu?” It sounds force and dull, but as he draws up his knee to embrace, and to put his chin on it. He gives a small smile.

 Raphael hasn’t seen Turtle smile, not like Buddy at least. He craves to cross his arms and give Turtle a smug look like he does with Leo, but he doesn’t desire to pull the stitches from his shoulder and he wasn’t feeling all too good to be making out a smug look.

 “I’ve been doing it since I learned how to walk.” Raph replies, and it isn’t all too gruff sounding as he was convinced it was going to be.

 Turtle looks so invested over that, and his eyes are illuminated like a child watching T.V. for the first time. Raph finds it adorable.

 “Really?! That’s–,” he stops himself, and Turtle’s shoulder sags with misery, and the fact how loud he was getting was overwhelming. He doesn’t need any one hearing him… bonding with the prisoner. He’s going to have another limb broken or worse, Ototo needs him and he can’t be fooling around.

 “That’s really cool, Raphael.” He softens his statement, but have a trace of enthusiasm. “But you fight, offensively. I don’t particularly like that. Fighting should be purely for self-defense.” He remarks in a geek-up voice, and Raph rolls his eyes.

 “Of course, we fight in self-defense, Pal.” He wants Turtle to have a name, calling him Pal wasn’t really helping with anything.

 Turtle shifts nervously, and even with the bad leg, he’s moving a lot. Raphael feels like he was going to regret his words, but still lead to utter them; “Do you want me to… teach you a few moves?”

 Like a found puppy, Turtle bolts from his slouching posture and offers a genuine smile. “Really?” He asks in a pleasing tone, and Raphael can make out the gap in his teeth but doesn’t asks how that occurred.

 “Yeah.” Raph replies bluntly, and then his hand motions, “come sit next to me.” 

 It takes a while, and Turtle’s gasping in pain. Raph wants to help, but he too is injured and could risk exposing his shoulder wound. He stares in remorse and attempts to scoot forward so Turtle doesn’t have to walk to where he is. And Raph was positive he was drugged with medication because no freaking way was he supporting the enemy. But Turtle and Buddy were unique. They were like him and Leo, turtles.

 Once Turtle could sit, with a few hisses of pain. Raphael grabs his wrists, and he views that Turtle flinches at the contact, but doesn’t desire to mention anything.

 “Okay so,” Raph folds Turtle’s fingers to make into a first, and Turtle’s hand is slack for Raphael to correct any errors. He closes the hand and move the thumb over the two digits. “You can’t tuck your thumb in when you make a fist because–,"

 “Because I can do some damage on the tensions if I tuck it in. And can damage it.”  Turtle says all wise and Raph finds himself nodding at his return.

 “Yeah,” Raph replies, moving Turtle’s fist so it can face the opposite way rather of them, “And when you’re preparing to punch, one fist should be by your jawline and the other below it with an angle though. So if you punch, you’re protecting your face.”

 Turtle nods, but soon after his eyes expand with fear and he’s grasping his crutch. “I have to leave, I–," His eyes set into a mania, and Raphael has no time to ask him what’s the matter, because Turtle gets up as fast as he can.

 “Don’t forget to take your pills–,"

 “Yeah, when it’s dark.” Raph finishes his sentence, and Turtle nods with a slight smile.

 “I have to go, Raphael. Thank you.” With that Turtle leaves the cell, and Raph’s mind pounders at the thought of what could’ve happened.

 The sound of different voices begins to get loud, and Raph’s pit of stomach twists into knots. He has the immediate fear they overheard, and somehow Turtle was getting some six-sense about it, because Raphael didn’t make out a peep.

 Turtle didn’t appear like he was part of the Foot, and neither did Buddy. He commences to speculate how the Shredder got his hands on two turtles like them, but for now, a nap was turning to sound good. Especially for the fever…