TMNT Request - FirefliesFireflies Owl CitySuccubii
Request for darknerdturtle / flaaffy-chan
Raphael and Michaelangelo
Raphael grumbled as he skulked through the low brush, cursing under his breath when he finally made out the lumpy shadow of his brother sitting beneath a tree.
"Mike! Shit. What the hell ya doin' out by- Mike?"
Raphael sat by him, scowling. Mikey's face was turned toward the moonlight, a sad smile on his face.
"Summer's almost over," Mikey said mournfully.
"'Kay. An' yer out by yerself again- Leo's havin' kittens."
Mikey finally glanced over, chuckling. "Pot, meet kettle."
Raphael couldn't resist a laugh as he leaned into the rough bark of the tree. "So What'cha doin'? What's this about summer?"
"They'll be gone soon."
Mikey rolled his eyes as he stood. His hand darted out, closing around a pinpoint of light. "The fireflies, idiot. See?"
"Whoa!" Raphael s
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"Mikey! That cat of yours has been usin' my bed for a scratchin' post! If don't keep Klunk outta my room "
"Aw, c'mon Raph. She's just behaving the way all cat's do- it's an instinct to scratch the hothead's stuff!"
"Maybe, but if you don't keep her outta my room, I'm gonna introduce little miss instinct to your Comic books!!!"Raphael growled at Michaelangelo, who took the hint and wandered off to find his cat.
"Good morning, my sons" Master Splinter entered the room.
"Morning, sensei", the three turtles said in unison.
"Leonardo, it seems we are running out of some items in the kitchen. When you visit Miss O'neill, please ask her to take a list for us." Leo nodded, returning to his breakfast, a bowl of plain rice. Donatello, who sat next to him, poured a bowl of cereal for himself.
"Hey, Klunk! C'mere, Klunk! Where are ya, kitty? Heeeere kittykittykitty!!!"
"Yo, BONEHEAD! Ninja's are supposed to be SILENT!!!"
"Raphael." Splinter looked once at the turtle. "I understand your annoy
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With one angry back-kick, Raphael knocked the robber flat on his back.
"Nice, Raphie," Casey remarked coolly, "But how about ya let the big boys play?"
With a smirk, Raphael gestured towards the thug who was doubled over on his knees trying to recover from the mighty blow.
"He's all yours, Jonesy," Raph replied, smiling.
Casey whipped out his bat, and WHACK! The guy was out cold. Casey reached down and picked up the stolen sack of money.
"I'll take care a' this," he grunted, swinging the heavy bag over his shoulders. Then all of a sudden, Raph and Casey heard sirens blaring from up the street, and from the sound of it: it seemed like they were coming this way!
"Ut-oh, the boys in blue," Casey whispered, turning to Raphael, "Le's book!"
"Oy wha' happened?"
The boys turned to find that the felon was coming to. Raphael looked around for something to bludgeon the burglar, when he spotted a golf club from Casey's pack.
"Be my guest."
"Thank you. FORE!"
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"Is it just me or is Marty acting different?" Callen asked Sam as the two sat in the front seats of Sam's Challenger.
"Different how?" Sam asked looking up from his origami.
"I dunno, different. He isn't cracking as many jokes, when he is around any of us for that matter, he kind of just clams up." Callen points out.
"Now that you mention it…" Sam thinks back. "You're right."
"Ever since we came back from Afghanistan he has been… Distance. Did something happen to him when we left him alone?" Callen theorized.
"I kind of miss the annoying little brother who always joked around." Sam said after a moment or two of silence in the car.
"Me too." Callen sighed and looked over at Sam.
"Ugh, fine." Sam huffed, knowing what his partner was thinking.
Marty Deeks gasped for air as he came up to the surface of the ocean. He shook his head to the side, flicking his wet blonde hair out of his eyes. He sat on his surfboard and stared aimlessly off towards