Favourite person
Raphael x fem!mermaid!reader, fluffy, neutral pronouns used for reader but they are implied to be more feminine.
The glimmer of pearlescent purple and blue scales catches your eye, a certain familiar head of purple hair swimming towards you. You gently set down the accessories you'd been adding to your hair upon your vanity, twisting to face him fully.
Raphael comes to a stop, sun kissed hands opening to show you a collection of sea shells in a rainbow of colours. "I got you the prettiest shells in the sea! Do you like them?"
He places them into your hands with a confident smile, completely assured you'd like his present. Glancing to your small collection of trinkets, he wasn't wrong...
"they're gorgeous raph, but why in the world did you bring these for me?" You squint at him suspiciously, your own scaled tail flicking.
He puts his hands on his hips, declaring with all the self assured confidence he displayed when painting, "because that means you like me now, right? I got your favourite things."
You sigh, any flickers of affection being smothered by his usual bratty behavior. "Raph, i think whatever affection i did have just died."
He gasps in faux offense, dramatically placing his hand upon his chest. He swims around you, "but my dear!" He cries, "I simply must be your favorite merperson in the sea!"
He swims towards your couch, falling back onto it with a hand upon his forehead, "i simply couldn't take it if you despised me!"
You swim towards him, flicking his forehead playfully, "raph, that doesn't mean i despise you. Dork."
He frowns at you, all pouts now as he switches his tactics. "Then i must be your favorite, nerd." He tacks on the last word, teasing you back.
You hum, shifting him over to sit with him as you finally cave under his relentless commentary,
"maybe you are my favorite, then."
The look on his face is priceless.
