5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey looked for all the world like he had quite possibly died and gone to heaven. Or, at least, to Pizza Planet.

"Dudette, you really think so? Like, really? Because usually when I say something about putting stuff like chocolate on pizza, every gets all... Like, weird on me."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima shrugged. "I'd eat it, it's no different than fondue, but I'm also one of those girls who will try almost anything once. It could be an after-dinner pizza. Add some fruit and whipped topping, and it would be awesome."

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Duuuuuuuuude. That totally sounds awesome. With, like, pineapple or something on it, you know? And marshmallows and jelly beans and all kinds of that sorta stuff that makes you all twitchy and bouncy." Mikey grinned. "The stuff that makes my bros all groan when I eat it."

Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You'll need a large Squishy to wash it all down, of course," she replied, clearly amused. "I'm guessing that your brothers aren't as, um, high energy as you are?"

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Nah, dude. Raph's all 'grrrrr' and Donnie's all mellow, you know? Kinda geeky. And Leo's all quiet and contemplative and stuff, but he hasn't been home for over a year now, so he doesn't have to put up with the... bouncing and stuff. Kinda wish Raph and Donnie would just chillax, you know? They're at one another's throats all the time since Leo left. So I have to eat enough sugar to compensate, because the mood was totally rotten back home."

He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I wonder how they're doing, back there."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they'd be less grrr and mellow if they had more chocolate," she joked. "There's four of you? Wow. Are you all, you know, tall? Or are they regular-sized?"

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"This kinda is regular, for us," Mikey pointed out. "Splinter's a little shorter than we are, but that's because he's, you know. Old. And a rat. And stuff."

Made perfect sense to Mikey, anyhow.