#tmnt mel

NO ONE SHALL BE HAPPY UNDER MY SUPERVISION HAHAAAAAAAAA🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

On another note they do miss each other 💔💔

Her hair is intimidatingly long hoho, but don’t be fooled, she actually takes great care of her hair hoho.

BAHAHAHA

Them

//THEM!!!

“Good job out there my firey-boo!”

Big Mama walked up to Mel, ruffling her hair as Mel sat down on the bench, not making a sound.

“Try being more careful next time, okay? Don’t want one of my greatest fighters to go -poof-! Do we?”

Big Mama sat down on the bench next to the child, leaning down to her level and pinching her on the cheek as she grinned ear—to—ear.

Mel’s expression was lifeless, not a single sign of a soul behind those eyes, but after a long pause, Mel rubbed her wounded hands, covered in bandages, and staring at the ground as if she was too afraid to make eye contact.

“…”

“What’s wrong?” Big Mama said, tilting her head slightly in concern.

Mel quickly glanced at Big Mama, then back at her hands.

“I don’t…” she spoke, her voice cracking.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

Big Mama sat up, looking down at Mel, her friendly demeanor slowly shifting to a much darker, sinister one.

“What do you mean.”

Mel started fidgeting with her hands, she looked everywhere except at Big mama.

“I- I mean…”

She stuttered