Purrfect Timing (Rise Shell Shot)

Purrfect Timing

Mikey was starving and that was not an exaggeration, thank you very much. His insides felt as though they were in the middle of an intense fight with how much growling they were up to, and his stomach acids were currently winning. It was honestly a bit embarrassing every time his belly rumbled, since it was loud and noticeable.

But even though it was his turn to order and pick up food for dinner, he hadn't moved from his cozy spot on the couch. Because comfort trumped over his need for food. Or did it? He was curled up, a fuzzy blanket draped over his body, scrolling through random apps on his phone.

His stomach growled again.

Food or relaxation? Two very critical things that the thirteen year old turtle craved.

"Yo, where's our pizza?" Raph walked by, passing Mikey and lightly tapping his shoulder with his massive hand.

"It's your turn, Angelo!" Donnie sang from their lab, various sounds and lights erupting from the back room. Clearly, they were up to their usual shenanigans and projects judging by all that commotion.

"Can't you cover for me D?" Mikey whined. "I'm too hungry to move."

"They did it last time. Now vámonos, hermano before we all get hangry." Leo piped up, lying on his plastron and flicking through a magazine. "That means hungry and angry at the same time, in case you didn't know. Hangry. Clever, eh?"

"We get it," Raph grinned.

"My leg fell asleep, I can't move now!" He retorted, pointing at his limp leg. "Otherwise, it might fall off. I read that somewhere."

"Please?"

Seeing his brothers matching pouts and the fact that he was running out of excuses, he finally relented, "Fiiiiiiiiiine." He drew out the word longer than it needed to be, slumping over in obvious annoyance as he stumbled out of the lair. "You all owe me." Mikey glared at both of his brothers. "I am going out, suffering for your needs! Without a single complaint!"

"What you're doing sounds a whole lot like complaining to me, Miguel," Leo pointed out with a smug grin.

"You're gonna have some pizza too, don't worry," Raph assured him. "Now go. Don't forget your weapon, kiddo."

"I'm movin', I'm movin', Sir Nags a lot." He couldn't pretend he wasn't excited for some super cheesy pizza, but he didn't want to go through the effort of getting said pizza.

Humming to the jingle of some commercial he had listened to once or twice, Mikey climbed through the sewer grates and into the glorious city of New York. There was something about the city that always gave him a jolt of excitement and wonder— as if anything was possible with all the bedazzled lights and colors.

"Let's see," Mikey rechecked his list, humming as he read along. It was a crinkled receipt scribbled in red crayon, but it did the job. "Cheese stuffed mozzarella sticks for all of us, blobfish with salty swamp for Raph, extra cheese for Pops, bubblegum and jalapeños for Donnie, Spicy Supreme Swirl for Leo, and..." He paused for dramatic effect. "The best pizza of all: pepperoni for yours truly! Me!