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“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝒓𝒆𝒅???”
──▹Making compromises and making irrational agreements was pretty hard work. Even more so when the person making you do that was always around you. And, even more so when his brother was trying to put a sai to your throat at all times.
"... Let's ignore that. Hello, my name is Caroline. I am the fairy godmother narrator of this tale until my best friend willingly writes a letter and I will be seeing you up till then... I should've said this in the beginning. Anyway! Onward with the eye rolls!"
"My mom made cookies!" Y/N declared, holding up a paper bag. Just as she said that, the bag disappeared from her hands, leaving her standing there with wide eyes and a baffled smile.
Raph stared at her from his spot on the couch, the others around him. He was petting Spike's head, his sharp eyes fixated upon Y/N. He was mad. Why? Because she was breathing. The H/C-haired teen had only run into the lair a few seconds ago, holding the bag to give the guys cookies her mother made... Why? Why did she have to come here? Well, the reason was obvious, clear as water but, why? Raph found that question repeating itself over and over in his mind.
Should've been careful with that bag though. After all, there was a creature named Michaelangelo on the loose, who picked up random things and feasted on them, be it a bug, a pizza or literally anything.
By the time she looked at him, he was already munching on one of the cookies and bringing out a paper he'd noticed inside the bag. "Hey, look! Your mom must've written something for us!"
"Uh," Y/N stared at the paper, her face almost giving away how the wheels in her head had begun to turn. "Oh!" She remembered. "Yeah! She told me if I read that or threw it away before you guys get it, she'll take away my archery privileges."
Now, writing letters was somewhat M/N's thing. E-mails more than handwritten letters but not talking to people in person was the main thing. That's what F/N would say if he was still a living breathing man.
"Your Mom knows about us?" Leo asked, watching Mikey pull it out and begin to unfold it.
"Not really," Y/N merely replied and whatever that answer was, nobody got it.
"Woah, Y/N, Mom must've written this in a whole different super secret language. Do you know it?"
