#poor d

I feel like a spoiled child and i LOVE IT.

Hehe. Yeah, this weekend's meant to be a Sam-centric weekend :) Sam meeting hallmates, Sam meeting teammates... spoilers spoilers.

ROTTMNT: Squirmy

Mikey happily puts down four plates of pudding, which he matched to each color of his brothers with food coloring.

''One blue pudding!''

''Awesome! I'll post this masterpiece on my Turtlr!'' Leo says as he snaps a picture.

''One bright red!''

''The color of a hero!'' Raphael is quick to take a bite. His face melts. ''So good!''

''And, of course, one purple delight~!'' Michael sets the wobbly dessert in front of Donnie. ''Enjoy~!''

''W-Will do.'' Donatello gulps as he takes his spoon, his hand quivering.

Mikey sits down next to soft shell with his orange pudding. Though, before he takes a spoonful, he stops and side-eyes his shaking brother.

''Ain't ya gonna eat, Don?'' The snapping turtle asks, pointing at the pudding.

''Of course, I will. I just.. am savoring the.. rebound of this gelatin.'' With his spoon he pokes the jiggling substance. He feels the urge to scratch his shell. Images he wishes to forget crosses the soft shell's mind.

''Oh.'' Michael puts his spoon back on his plate, inching himself closer to his purple brother. ''It's the wiggle, isn't it?'' He whispers.

Trying to hold back his urge to throw up, Don gives a slow nod.

''Hm?'' Raph pulls the plate the pudding was on out of his mouth. ''What's that? Something wrong?''

''Nope! Donnie just isn't fond of blueberry flavor is all.'' With a smile, Michael takes away the soft shell's plate and switches it with a cup of passion fruit ice cream. ''Is ice cream okay?''

A small grin appears on Donatello's face as he can take hold of his spoon again, this time without trembling.