mnt_mike: (Woobie)
Michaelangelo ([personal profile] mnt_mike) wrote in [personal profile] realmrsreynolds 2014-01-28 08:16 pm (UTC)

Mike offers her his best woobie smile.

"You're so pretty," he says to her as he slides a knife from the nearby butcher block, and begins to press the garlic cloves from their papers.

He'll keep his whole, wrap them in tin foil with a bit of oil, and toss them into the express convection oven.

The Twist. HA! Those were some fun times. All of his brothers working together to be little brother to someone else. Really it was one of the few things that lightened their spirits when Splinter was missing. That's probably the only reason April didn't kill the lot of them as they slept.

He remembers this one night, in particular, where they were waiting up until three AM. It was cold outside, and the sky was cloudless. And the view of Uptown from the roof of April's apartment was amazing. Could see the whole city...

The whole.
City.

The image flashes from color to black and white. A memory, but not his.
Hers.

Sallie's.
Of her and Splinter in New York.

He's not even looking at her, but his head tilts in that questioning way anyhow.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting