I’M READING I SWEAR
Leo and Raph have been arguing for seventeen minutes.
April knows, because the pause menu on the DVR is telling her exactly how long they’ve had to wait while the pair of them whine about literally nothing.
Donatello has his hand smushed against his cheek, with a thousand-yard-stare, and Mikey has decided to see if listening to Leo bitch about Raph’s attitude is more entertaining if he’s hanging upside down on the couch (It isn’t).
She’s had quite enough. It’s rush-hour, and so she can’t really leave, so she does the next best thing.
Suddenly, muffled through her shell and her skin, all she can hear is silence.
Sweet, blessed silence.
And then, screaming. Lots of screaming.
I ship them so hard, thats not funny anymore!