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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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[2k12 Rasey] ❛ keep it. it looks better on yer. ❜

| Muse interaction

Raph did like sports I mean how couldn't he not? well he mostly like the high content ones. Wrestling, football, Rugby, boxing of course ninjutsu also applied here. Eh Raph was taught how to fight since he and his brothers could just about walk. And of course hockey, though admittedly he got more into to that because of his boyfriend being a hockey player themself, hey it's hard not to feel Casey's enthusiasm as being infectious as any flu could be. Though Raph didn't always understand the whole superstition that seemed to come with being a serious puckhead. He'd been able to sneek into the locker rooms with Casey a few times without anyone else around and they had some thing about never stepping on the school logo? It was why Casey grew out his hair cause it brought him luck as well. Casey had a whole list of these things and Raph just sort of had to nod his head and lift a brow when they came up far as he was concerned Casey was just nuts.

Especially when it came to the jersey he wore, Casey tended to only wear the one once again, they claimed it brought him good luck. Maybe Casey had a point because Casey was forced to wear his spare one day and that game? had not gone well. And there was Casey's icy cold furry on the lose once again. Resulting in a tear of the jersey fabric. Once they got him to settle down, Raph took the offending jersey and told Casey he take care of the tear. Unlucky or not eh when you grow up picking the scarps you learn to tend and care for your things, and seem Raph sort of just applied and extended the thought his boyfriends way.

Raph plucked up the stretch needle and threaded the end with a good size length of polyester thread. Splinter though something like sewing would be good for his anger, and eh sometimes it worked but sitting still when angry never worked for him it's why mediation was the thing he practiced the least. He sucked at it. Legs crossing over each other as he reached for Casey's spare jersey he found the tear along the sleeve eyeing it a moment before he got to work. Making sure to keep the stitch as clean as he could. He still didn't get this whole luck thing Casey went on about but hey ya shouldn't trash something just for no reason he just wanted to finish getting this done before Casey got to the lair. He didn't need his boyfriend know he could sew. Sure he didn't do it often but it did become a decent skill to have under his belt. Fixing up Splinters robes when they would need it, or things his brothers needed some mending towards like stuff animals and such. Eh like he told Casey it was just better to treat what you had with care. Take care those things and they will last longer.

Raph got a bit lost in his thoughts, Splinter wasn't wrong with this idea in the long run. When Raph did manage to sit still and concentrate, he could remain calm. Having something to keep his hands busy always made it more so. It didn't take long to get the tear to close up. The knit fabric of the jersey easily pulled back together he gave a final tug and watched at the thread pulled through, bringing the two sides of the tear in together, moving the needle in to tie it off in a double knot. Biting at the thread so to 'cut' it.

Looked good, he noted as he set the needle to the surface of the small bookcase that acted as a headboard to his bed. Attetion back to the jersey, he gave a few good tugs to test and make sure that it wouldn't snap right away. Seemed to be good? Holding it up in front of himself, you could tell Casey never wore this one compared to the 'lucky one'. It's not he jerseys fault Casey had no game, Raph smirked at the thought. Still, though, he wanted to make sure he did the stitch right. The thing was massive even for Casey, but it had to be in order to fit over all the padding Casey needed to dress up in. The length wouldn't be the same, but?

Scooting off to the edge of his bed as he landed on to his feet to stand up. Pulling the jersey over his head, it easily fitting around his shell as it sat over his shoulders. Raph pulled his arms through and looked down. It just about reached his knees. Well, it makes sense with how freakishly tall Casey was. He looked to where the tear was. He made sure to tug and pull as much as needed and not need but the stich held in place, smile over his beak. Actually, this felt kind of nice? Maybe cause the material? But it was slick and jusr comftable the large size adding to it. No, dont steal this, too. You already got away with the hoodie...its not like Casey wears it, though? And it is very comfortable since it was made to fit over all thise pads it fit nearly perfectly outside the length, but even then? Was Raph's thought process until he heard the last thing he wanted to.

"Casey..." He sighs and rolls his eyes, not even glancing their way as he went about going to move the jersey off. "Don't ya start ass. I jus' wanted ta make sure it wasn't gonna tear again." He brushed off with.

❛ keep it. it looks better on yer. ❜

Raph was quick to let go so it would drop back into place once he had permission to keep it. "Ya? I can 'ave it?" A little flutter inside his shell much like when he first claimed one of Casey's as his. He couldn't explain it. Maybe he just liked having something from Casey. That was his? His tail gave the slightest wage from under the jersey as Casey once more stated that yeah, Raph could keep it. I was likely able to tell, but Raph opted to ignore that, soon though his tail stopped.

"Wait, this in't because ya said it was the bad luck one, right?" Raph asks, fixing green eyes on to his boyfriend now. Casey states no, but they were still clearly staring at Raph right now? Raph looked them over a moment...."Wait, I know that damn look." Beak curled into a smirk now that he figured it out step over to then hands on his hips a moment,"or ya gotta be kidding me." He was clearly assumed despite his wording. "Aye, go around bearly dressed." By human standards, of course. "But the moment I got your jersey on ya git 'em fuck me eyes on full blast." Even as he teases Casey over it there is some enjoyment over this little fact fir the turtle now. Smirking more, a glint in hus eyes as he stepped back till hitting the edge of his bed sitting down, hey, if Casey wanna look right?

"So what is it? the look alone or 'hat I got ya name and number on me?" More teasing thrown Casey's way it just how they flirted honestly their love language was on only they were well versed in. Raph reclined back a bit "what dose it point out who I belong to hmm?" Hitting at thst little need for assurance he knew Casey had. Not that Raph minds it felt nice to know how much Casey wanted Raph at times. "Aye mean it is boyfriend rights, I get ya stuff cause I. Am. Yours." Ephasis on the last three words thier "Afta' all." Was he eating this up of definitely. would he find any excuse to wear this now? Once again yes. Fishing for more now "guess I should ditch it for now though, we plan on headin' out afta all 'ight?" Fully smirking waiting to see if Casey in the mood for a change in plans now. Hey they started Raph was just making it know he was looking to finish it.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #((Yes byt football I meant american foot ball cause rugby is seen different here XD))#((puckhead= intense hockey fan mosty for canadians but fits for casey uwu))

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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months

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April gets benched "because it's too dangerous for her" and Casey just sits beside her like, guess I'm benched too.

"Casey... What are you doing we've gotta go."

Casey, putting down his baseball bat and the rest of his gear looks at Leo pointedly.

"I'm benched."

Leo shakes his head "No, April's benched."

Casey nods "exactly, so I'm benched."

The only one not confused is April who smiles softly. "It's okay Casey, you can go."

Casey shakes his head "nah you heard em, it's too dangerous for me."

"Not for you, Puckhead for April." Says Donnie.

Casey raises an eyebrow "if its too dangerous for our very own supergirl, than its too dangerous for someone like me."

The boys all give him confusing looks.

He gives then all a stern one. "Unless your saying that it's perfectly fine for me to go on this mission. Someone who's not trained, not got superhuman strength or healing or crazy mind powers. And your not letting April go because you think she's weak...or something?"

There's a silence.

"... April you wanna sit up front?" Asks Leo, embarrassed. April shakes her head "nah, I'll take the back with Casey. Come on Jones."

"Right behind you Red" Says Casey, cheerfully like none of it ever happened.

"... We owe April an apology." Says Mikey, Raph nods "Yeah... Yeah we do."

#casey jones 2012 #april o'neil #Casey said oh this right here I am shutting it down #Casey and April are platonic soul mates they are a pair they cannot be seperated lest someone gets murdered #No one underestimates April when Casey's around #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012

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cow-tag · 1 year

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Holding the universe in his arms/////Fuck it we ball jonatello fusion fic real

literally so fucking exausted i might not even continue idfk but i needed to get it off my google docs so i can continue or smthn idfk but here yall go enjoy

The crystal glowed with an eerie light, illuminating the room and reflecting off Donnie’s goggles. They carefully chipped a piece off and held it under a microscope, watching the colors swirl and change. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before, and it certainly wasn’t recorded in human history. ‘Makes sense’ they thought, huffing to themself lightly. ‘I found it on a crashed Kraang ship, so it’s probably some sort of alien material.’

The object glowed and almost pulsed. It was mesmerizing, one could fall asleep if they stared at it for too long. But Donnie wasn’t going to sleep. Not just yet.

Now, Donnie should have expected what happened next. It’s rare they get a moment of peace with their family. But, surprisingly, the person that tumbled into their lab with a laugh and a shout was not an orange and green blur. Donnie looked over at the absence of orange for a split second, but immediately turned back when they saw the intruder. Of course he would bother them at this exact moment.

“Heeeyyy, Stickmaster!! What’s that shiny rock ya got there?”

Arnold Casey Bernid Jones Junior. The way Donatello got his full legal name is not important. What is important is the fact that he is their greatest rival. In love, in snarky remarks, in machinery, you name it. Except intelligence. They trump him on that topic. But either way, he has no reason to be here, and Donatello had no reason to put up with him.

“Nothing you need to know about Puckhead, now get out of my lab before I lose a foot up your ass.” Donatello doesn’t move from their spot examining the crystal, not even when they hear a chuckle and a soft “Hot.” come out of Casey. He’s been doing that lately. He’s been.. Flirting. More so than normal. Which in and of itself is a feat, considering the walking pansexual disaster flirts with almost everyone he meets. No, the flirting is not strange. It’s that he’s been flirting with Donatello. An insane thing to hear, Don was shocked the first time they heard any words of romantic affection come from his mouth. But, alas, this is true. It started out small, just little “damn!”s and wolf whistle coming from the human. But it’s been escalating more as of late. Patting their shoulder and giving them a sly smirk, random offhand comments about their attractiveness, a couple sexual innuendos thrown in with their regular banter. Donatello hated it. They hated it so much, they hated the way their face flushed when he got close, hated the way their stomach flipped when he smirked. It was ridiculous, unnecessary, horrible, but somehow the best feeling they’ve ever had.

“Come on, I just wanna look! Just a little peek?” Casey whines, slumping over Donatello’s shoulder. He was close. Too close. They could feel the warmth emanating from his body, feel the unnaturally loud thrum of his heart, could feel his hot breath on their neck. He was too close. Far too close. They shrug him off the best they can, which resulted in him groaning and spinning their chair, and by proxy, them, to face him. He steps back and crosses his arms, a slight pout on his tan, freckled face. It shouldn’t have been endearing. “Listen, Shit-for-brains, I have work to do. I need to study this.” They turn back, hearing another loud groan come from their ally.

“Doonniieeeeeee, you’ve been in here for days! That's the whole fukin’ reason I'm in here, Leo told me to come and get ya before she came in to whoop your sorry ass into bed.” Donnie scoffed, of course that was why he was here. Their sister. He would never come in here on his own terms.

[a small part of Donnie deflated at that last thought. They smack that part of themself upside the head, and focus on ignoring his presence.]

“Well, you can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am. I have been keeping up with my hygiene, and have been eating and drinking properly. There is no reason I should need to leave.” Casey barks out a laugh, pushing Donnie’s tools across the table to lean in front of them. “‘You can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am’” Casey mocks them with a high, nasally voice, adopting a smug, reserved look as he does so. “Bull! When was the last time you went out and ate?” He then yells, reverting back to his regular, loud voice. Donnie shrinks back just a titch at the volume, before scoffing and crossing their arms. “This morning.” They say, pushing the goggles up on their forehead.

Casey raises an eyebrow. “And what was the date of this, ‘this morning’?” he says, eyeing them suspiciously. Donnie pauses.

“April 3rd.”

There's a moment of silence before Casey bursts out laughing again. “April 3rd?!? Dude, it’s the fifth today!” Donnie jumps back at that, rushing to their laptop to check the human’s facts. He was right. HE WAS RIGHT?! Donnie had been cooped up in their lab for two whole days?! They swear it hadn’t been that long! But the universe was against them in this. And apparently was hellbent on making it worse, because Casey then grabbed the crystal. “So, on account of this new realization you have just had,” He said, holding the glowing thing above his head in a ceremonial way, “I am going to confiscate this until further notice.”

Donnie stood up and shouted, lunging for the crystal. He somehow managed to swerve away from them, laughing and jumping around. “Casey! I don’t know if it’s safe to touch! It could be unstable!” They moved to grab it again, but he was too quick. How was he too quick?! “I dunno don, seems pretty safe to me.” He runs the crystal from the middle of his thigh to the side of his collarbone, smirking the whole time. It pushes up the side of his hoodie for just a moment, putting his hip and lower waist on full display. Casey wasn’t likely to be seen without layers of black clothing, and Donnie was surprised to catch a glimpse of freckled skin before the hoodie fell back down. Apparently Donnie was Immensely tired, because not only was Casey faster than them, that last little trick he pulled was effective in slowing them down even further. They curse themself for being so easily flustered.

Casey laughed at Donnie’s state, hopping back and forth around them. Crystal in hand, he was literally running circles around them. Donnie continued to try and fail to grab the crystal from him, resulting in the pair entering a sort of dance. Casey came close, Donnie lunged, Casey dodged and barked out a laugh. The crystal seemed to grow brighter in Casey’s grip everytime the two made some sort of contact, illuminating his face in an ethereal way. This was not helping Donnie’s case at all. At some point Casey started dancing around the mutant, his laugh filling the room with joy. Donnie hated it. He came close, grabbed their hand. The crystal grew impossibly bright. He let go, spinning around and around, dragging Donnie with him. Donnie was dizzy and annoyed. This was so ridiculous! He was messing with a potentially dangerous force, with no regard for his safety! And while this was no different than normal, it was endlessly infuriating. To top it off, Casey ended the spin with a dip, holding donnie in one arm and the crystal in the other. He held the crystal far away from Donnie, but the light still managed to reach his eyes.

There was a moment, a still moment, where everything was calm. Where, for a moment, the light filtered through Casey’s fingers with an unearthly glow. Where, for a moment, Casey’s normally dark eyes seemed to hold an entire galaxy. Where his smile was as big as could be, missing teeth and all. Where his dimples indented his cheeks in a way that perfectly matched the splattering of freckles on his face. Where all the acne scars seemed like stars, light spots scattered across his face. Donnie saw themself in his eyes, along with the galaxy they held. Logically, they know it was just the reflection of light off their goggles. But, for a moment, it seemed as though they were peering into puddles of space. And, for a moment, Casey was just so impossibly beautiful that they could not stand to look at him anymore.

Thankfully, the moment was ended by the pair being enveloped in white light, forcing them both to close their eyes.

[With how observant they were, Donnie seemed to miss Casey’s flush as he dodged and weaved, seeming to miss how loud his heart was. They seemed to miss that Casey did not have a galaxy in his eyes, because he was looking at Donnie like they were his whole universe.]

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turtle-bee-rayne · 8 days

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Rayne. Help me (/nsrs/j). I’m at my cousin’s house and we’re watching hockey. They’re both fans of the opposite teams. They’re yelling at the tv and at each other. I just wanna go home and sleep but I have to stay here with these STUPID PUCKHEADS…

0-0 you should drive over here with me instead 😇

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 1 year

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Pick or Puck

Pick or Puck by KitKatWrite

Pro Hockey Star Kirishima spends almost all of his time on the ice. He's grown up skating, playing hockey, and he can't imagine a better life.

Shinsou is a pro figure skater, forced to share a rink with the Puckhead jockeys who spend their practices fucking up good ice and never bother to bring the rink cleaner out before handing over for the figure sessions.

After a particularly heated argument in which Kirishima loudly declares that he could skate rings around Shinsou any day of the week a bet is formed. They each have three months to learn the other's craft, each declaring that the other will tap out first. If Shinsou wins he wants first use of the ice for him and the other figure skaters.

If Kirishima wins, he wants to take the handsome young skater on a date.

One frozen handshake later, and the game is on.

Words: 2425, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: alternate universe - figure skating, Alternate Universe - Hockey, figure skating, ice hockey, Hockey Player Kirishima Eijirou, Figure Skater Shinsou Hitoshi, Jock Kirishima Eijirou, One Sided Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Light Angst, Pining, One Sided Pining That Slowly Becomes Mutual Pining

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45786901

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kirishin #♥#Kirishin #Aizawa Shouta #Eri #⚣#R:T #A:Kit #Angst

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nrrrdgrrrl2002 · 2 years

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Inconstans

Summary: Casey’s so overconfident, isn’t he? So much so you’d think he’s hiding something.

When you feel like the weakest link on your team, what would you do to be better?

Chapter 1

You’ve Fooled Everybody

“”This is so boring, don. I swear” casey told the turtle as he had his eyes closed. Donnie was fiddling with his tracker, trying to ignore the dummy.

“Maybe I’d be able to get this tracker working if you’d get off my back” Donnie responded. “I’m not pestering you that much” Casey said. “No. You’re literally leaning on my back” Donnie told him.

“Oh yeah” Casey remembered as Casey put his hands behind his head and leaned further, annoying the turtle.

Donnie groaned. “Why did Leo team us up again? You’re the last person I need to help me investigate this mutagen based drug” Donnie stated. “You mean mutadrug?” Casey asked. “When did you turn into Mikey?” Donnie asked annoyed.

“If it works it works” Casey responded. “Anyway. Do you think a mutagen that doesn’t turn people into freaks is actually possible?” Casey continued.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. God. I can’t even begin to imagine how bad it would be if something like that went around the criminal underworld” Donnie pondered.

“Eh. I could use a challenge” Casey said with cockiness. Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Ok. Off puckhead” Donnie said as he elbowed Casey’s head.

“Ow! Watch the skull!” Casey yelled as he rubbed his temple, feeling the metal plate beneath his skin.

“Why? It’s the thickest part of you” Donnie said as he got up. Casey also preceded to get up.

“At least I don’t feel the need to wear lavender to prove myself” Casey told him. “It’s not lavender, it’s purple” Donnie responded as he pointed to his mask.

Suddenly, Donnie’s device started beeping. “Huh. Must’ve picked up something. Let’s go” Donnie stated as he ran off.

“Hey! Wait up!” Casey said unprepared. He tried to keep up with Donnie, but don was surprisingly fast for a turtle.

Donnie eventually stopped at a building and looked, seeing the purple dragons. Casey managed to catch up after a few minutes, but was out of breath.

“I think ya forgot something” Casey gasped out sarcastically. “Not like it was anything important” Donnie responded without looking at Casey.

Casey looked down. He saw the purple dragons with a briefcase. “They can’t be up to anything good. Let’s go thrash em” Casey said as he jumped down.

“Hey wait! I havent!- ugh!” Donnie tried to say as he jumped to catch the vigilante.

“Heya scum suckers” Casey told the purple dragons through his mask, getting his bat and hockey stick out to fight. “Jones!” Donnie yelled as he got beside him.

Hun smirked at them and then chuckled. “What’re you laughin at” Casey asked, ignoring Donnie.

“Let’s just say. We’ve expanded our ranks since last time, child” hun responded as he snapped his fingers.

Then the warehouse door behind them opened, revealing a couple of big, hissing Komodo dragon mutants. “Uh oh” Casey and Donnie said in unison.

“We’ll let the new guys take from here” one of the other dragons said as they attempted to walk off.

The Komodo mutants attacked Donnie and Casey. Casey noticed one of the human dragons leaving had a strange briefcase. “Imma go grab that case. Hang on!” Casey said as he ran to the dragon.

“Casey wait!” Donnie yelled as he blocked a Komodo’s bite with his staff. “I’ll be right back!” Casey shouted back as he slammed the dragon into a wall, knocking them out.

Casey grabbed the case, noticing the other dragons had long left. Casey opened the case, revealing a set of needles with glowing green liquid in them.

“No way! It’s the mutadrug!” Casey yelled as he showed a distracted Donnie. “1. Stop calling them that. Second. GET OVER HERE AND HELP YOU NITWIT!” Donnie screamed as he held a mutant back.

“Alright alright!” Casey said as he put the case down. Casey walked the Komodo on top of Donnie with a bat, the impact breaking Casey’s bat in half.

Unfortunately, it only turned the Komodo’s attention towards Casey. “Great” Casey said with widened eyes as he stared at the mutant about to kill him.

Donnie hit the thing in the temple with his staff, knocking it back. “Well aren’t you helpful?!” Donnie sarcastically said to Casey.

“Hey! I stopped them from getting the case didnt I?” Casey yelled at don, not noticing the other mutant charging at him from behind.

“Watch out!” Donnie yelled as he pushed Casey away. Donnie toon the impact from the mutant, slamming him into a wall. Donnie fell to the ground unconscious and bleeding.

“DONNIE!”

Casey yelled, barely dodging the mutants as he ran to don. He went to don and attempted to shake him awake.

“Don. Don! DON! You need to wake up! Wake up” Casey yelled as he shook don violently. But Donnie wasn’t responding, and the mutants were walking towards them.

Oh god oh god oh god. He screwed up he screwed up. They’re going to die and it was his fault oh god-

Casey noticed the case next to them. As the mutants got closer, Casey grabbed the case.

Casey hit one of the mutants with the case, hoping the metal would work better than his wooden stick. While the mutant he hit stumbled back for a moment, it immediately got back up and slapped him into a dumpster nearby.

“Ahhghh!” Casey groaned. He coughed as he felt the impact. Warm liquid Casey recognized far too well filled his throat.

Oh no….

Casey was injured. Badly. One mutant was coming up to him, the other about to kill Donnie.

Nononono

Casey noticed something glowing near him. One of the syringes had had fallen near him from Casey swinging the briefcase open.

No. No. Bad idea

The other mutant had picked up Donnie.

You need to-

No!

We’ll die if you don’t

I can’t!

Casey grabbed the syringe, removing the cap from the needle. He held it hesitantly.

You know what it’ll do

The mutant in front of him was about to slash him.

I have to

Casey injected the needle into his arm.

As the liquid went into his body, it fel like he was injecting lava into himself.

The mutant attempted to slice his throat with its claws, only for Casey to catch its hand and snap its arm.

Casey stumbled back, twitching in pain as he held his arm, the mutadrug setting his insides on fire. His veins and eyes started to glow green as he screamed in agony.

The mutant holding Donnie raised him up, about to eat Donnie, when it screeched and dropped Donnie.Casey was holding it’s bleeding tail in front of it, his body still twitching.

“Let’s go, freak” casey said in a low, slightly distorted voice. The mutant charged at casey, ready to bite him. Only for casey to catch its open mouth and break its jaw.

The thing screeched as it ran off. Casey looked at Donnie on the ground, and then his own hands.

This… this felt…

This felt amazing

Casey thought whilst twitching. He’s never felt anything like this. For once, he actually felt unbeatable. It was incredible.

He noticed the scattered syringes near Donnie…

“Hey Donnie dorko. You doin ok?” Donnie wine up to his older brother in red saying. He was back in the lair, lying on the couch.

“I’d be doing better if you weren’t insulting me while I’m injured” he responded to raph groggily, his head pounding. “Yep. Still Donnie” raph said with a smirk.

“Glad you’re alright.” Raph said to Donnie as don sat up. Donnie looked around. “What happened?” Donnie asked.

“Casey said you guys got attacked by a couple of Komodo dragon mutants and he had to carry you away from em” raph told him. Donnie remembered upon hearing that being knocked into a wall.

“Hey don” Casey said as he walked in alongside april. Donnie then remembered something important.

“What happened to the mutadr- mutagen based drugs?” Donnie asked. Casey sat next to don.

“Bad news is I couldn’t get em all” Casey said. “Good news” Casey started as he grabbed something out of his pocket.

“I nabbed one” he finished as he showed don a syringe. He handed it to Donnie. “It’s not much. But I should be able to at least figure out what’s in it” Donnie stated.

“You’re welcome” Casey stated with a dumb grin. “Thank you. I’ll get started right awa-“ Donnie started.

“No you’re not. You got glocked into a wall. You are resting first” raph interrupted don. “Oh it’ll be fi- hey!” Donnie yelled as raph picked him up.

“Bed” raph said as he walked away with don. April chuckled at their hijinks. She then looked at Casey.

“You doing alright, Casey?” She asked. Casey was a little surprised at this. “Yeah, red. Better than ever” he told her nonchalantly. April was t sure about this.

She tried to sense his aura but something felt…. Off. She didn’t know how to explain it, but his aura felt…. Dampened somehow.

“You sure?” She asked again. “Yeah. Ya got nothin to worry about, red!” He told her with a smile as he got up.

“Anyway. I should probably get goin” he said as he stretched. April wasn’t sure what to think, but went along.

“Alright. Goodnight Casey” she said as she also stood. He signed his hand bye to her as he walked off with a smile. She gently waved back, but couldn’t help feeling slight worry.

Once he was far enough away, he slumped down in a subway tunnel. He hasn’t felt right since that drug wore off and it was making his head throb.He looked into his bag with his gear.

Seeing the rest of the mutadrug syringes glowing inside.

As his body felt cold and his head pounded, he couldn’t help feeling…

so tempted to grab another syringe….

Just another….

No!

Once was already too risky. He should’ve given them to Donnie…

So why didn’t he?

He took a deep breath as he rubbed his head. There weren’t that many.

Give them to Donnie

But… but what about…

He hadn’t realized he grabbed one. He stared at it, the glow reflecting off his eyes.

He stuffed it into his pocket and zipped up his duffle bag, getting up and leaving for home