4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Early Evening

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

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[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey crouched down closer to the floor, and held out a slice of pizza toward her.

"It's okay, little dudette. We're all totally cool in here!"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

The turtle guy did look kind of funny, and the pizza smelled really good, so she took a few steps closer and took the slice. She bit into the pizza and smiled at Mikey.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey was smiling back, from underneath the Cowabunga Carl head. Because the aww-factor there was just way too huge.

"How's that, little dudette? Pretty good stuff, huh?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

It was tasty, and the cookies she had for dinner earlier weren't very filling. "Good," she said quietly.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"We have more, if you want," Mikey offered, though he was fairly certain that such a wee little tummy couldn't handle too much pizza. "And there's pop and stuff, too. Are you thirsty, little dudette?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi shook her head no. One slice of pizza would definitely fill her up, and she had discovered earlier that the food replicator in her room had an unlimited supply of chocolate milk.