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~ 𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟼-𝟽: 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳/𝙹𝙾𝙺𝙴𝚂˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 & 𝙻𝚎𝚘

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒��, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝����𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🎶𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐🎶 and 💋𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐💋

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚✨𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢✨˚*•✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“You’re going to kill me...” Leo glared, crossing his arms at his youngest brother as the orange banded turtle just groaned in frustration. 

“No, I won’t.” Mikey huffed. 

“It’s going to kill me.” The elder corrected, stepping away from the kitchen counter as he hugged his arms protectively around himself.  

“No. it. won’t!”

“I’m going to be a dead man, Mike…do you really want to be responsible for one of your brother’s death?” The dark blue eyed mutant sighed dramatically as he flopped on the lounge area couch. 

Mikey rolled his eyes and sighed at the other’s theatrics, walking over to where the leader in blue was as he sat right next to him. 

“For Christ’s sake…” The smaller turtle said in exasperation, “Leo…what I just made in front of your very eyes was a legit pickle, jellybean and salami pizza…stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Leonardo audibly gasped, clutching his imaginary pearls as he just gawked at his brother in awe, “IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!” He yelled, catching a glance of the concotion Mikey called food, sending a ping of disgust to go riiiiiight down his shell, “And besides, there’s no way in hell I’m eating…whatever that is...” 

The elder turtle turned on the TV, which, conveniently, had Space Hero’s playing; and of course the slightly taller teen wouldn’t let such a good opportunity of watching his absolute favorite show go to waste! 

“Pleeease?” Michelangelo whined, shaking the other’s arm back and forth lightly and subtly. 

“Nope. Nada. No way. Get Raph to do it…he has the stomach to fit an entire generation...” Leo hummed, swatting the smaller turtle away slightly which only caused the smaller turtle in question to pester on further and further. 

“But I want you to try it!” The baby blue eyed teenager pouted. 

“And why should I subject myself to that?” The ledaer in blue asked, leaning on the couches cushions. 

“Because you love me soooooo much and you’d do aaaaaanything and eeeeeeverything for me?” Mikey tried.

“Ehhhhhhh…I wouldn’t say all of that now...” The taller turtle snickered, holding in a laugh as he saw how absolutely offended his brother looked at the comment.

If you can’t handle the heat…don’t come in the kitchen is what Leo always says!!!

Or…was it if you can’t handle the heat…don’t come into the flames…?

Oh, whatever. Same difference! You get his point. 

“I hate you.” The shorter teenager grumbled out, sinking into the couch as he crossed his arms over his plastron, looking away from the eldest quadruplet. 

Leonardo sighed fondly at the other’s sudden bratty demeanor, poking him in the side repeatedly, “Pfft— oh please. You love me.” The oldest smiled. 

“Fuhuhuck yohou...” The baby blue eyed teenager cursed, trying to push the taller’s hands away, “No thanks— I don’t swing that way.” Leonardo grinned. 

“Yohohou’re disgusting!” 

“And you’re grotesque.” 

Michelangelo rested his head on the eldest’s shoulder, poking his cheek repeatedly, “Juhust aha bite…?”

“No.” The teen in blue hummed, watching the TV screen and not seeming at all bothered by his younger brother’s well-known annoying antics. 

“A nom…?”

“No.”

“A nibble…?”

“No, no and no.” 

“You’re. impossible!” The youngest whined, getting up and going back to the kitchen. “Sorry, Mikester…but I am not stepping another foot next to that thing…”

And at that comment, a sly smirk stretched to the smaller mutant’s face, inching back to the couch and sitting casually on the couch’s arm, “Could I…maybe convince you to~?” 

“Unless you’re trying to bribe me with cold hard cash, I don’t want to hear it.” The sapphire eyed teenager hummed nonchalantly…but widened his eyes as he saw his youngest brother wiggling his fingers tauntingly towards him. 

“Michelangelo…no.” The eldest glared as he backed away from the other. 

“Michelangelo…yes~!” The younger mimicked lowly. 

“I do nohot sohound lihihike thahat!!” The taller turtle squeaked, getting up from the couch slowly as his younger brother swiftly followed, still wiggling his fingers, “Yehes you doohoo!” Mikey giggled; as his brother’s laugh was contagious after all, “You sound like a fifteen year old Batman…” 

“It’s kinda cute, actually.” The freckled faced teenager said as he pounced on his brother, both of them falling on the floor as the Michelangelo digged his nail’s into Leonardo’s sides.  

The leader in blue let out a genuine scream, hugging his middles as he squirmed and squawked, “GyaHAH! Noho! Gehehet awahahay!” He cried, curling in on himself. 

“Not until you try my awesome cuisine!” The youngest quadruplet announced proudly as he continued to tickle his sibling. 

His sibling in question just playfully rolled his eyes at him, letting out a giggly scoff, “I aham nahateheating thahahat…”

“Oho, yes you will~!” Mikey said whilst scratching both of Leo’s underarms. 

The older turtle banged his feet on the floor, flailing his arms around like a drunk man, “NAHAHO! DOHOHON’T— hic STOHOP!!” 

“'Don’t stop~?'” Michelangelo teased, “You don’t have to tell me twice~!”

“THAHAT IHIHIS NOHOT WHAHAT IHIHI MEANT!!!” 

“You suuuuuure~?” 

“YEHES!!!”

“Not sure I believe you..” The orange banded turtle hummed casually, “It didn’t seem like you were in a hurry to leave when I was wiggling my fingers—”

“—SHUHUHUT hic UHUHUP!!”

“—Which by the way, did hint I was going to tickle you—”

“IHIHI hic hic KNOHOW THAHAT—”

“Oh, did you~?” Mikey asked, “Then why didn’t you try to leave when you had your chance~?” He chuckled as he kneaded the other’s hips mercilessly, “Y'know…I could just…stop if you tried my homemade pizza~!”

Leonardo just snorted loudly, pushing on the orange banded teen’s wrists despretley, “GEHET. OHOFF— hic! JEEHEEHEEZ JUHUST STAHAP!!”

“Juuuust staaaaaap~!” The other mimicked.

“STOHOH— snrt!! S-STAHAHAP M-MIMICKIHING MEEHEE!!” 

“Hm…nah.” Mikey shrugged as he squished his elder brother’s thighs…and in result, the older let out the most deafening squeal known to man..

“N-NOHOH HIC MIHIHIKE PLAHAHEEEEASE!!!” Leonardo shouted, “OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY FINE!! I-I’LL HIC TRY HIC HIC IHIHAT!! JUHUST HIC STAHAHAP!!” 

Almost immediately, Michelangelo slowly stopped his ruthless attack, helping his brother up as they both went to the kitchen. 

The smaller turtle dug through the refrigerator, bringing out a whole tube of vanilla ice cream and putting it next to his concoction— I mean masterpiece... 

“Lee…you’re not lactose, right?” 

“Ihi hic mean…Ihi dohon’t think hic soho—”

“—You’ll probably be fine.” The youngest interrupted as he scooped out a huge chunk of ice cream and put it on the pizza. 

Leo gulped nervously, glancing to the side of him as he scratched his head…

…Was it too late to suddenly grow 3 stomachs…?

…and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Leo learned he was lactose intolerant 🫶🏾💗

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)