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☆━━━"COME ON HOTCAKES, SHE'S YOUR SISTER—"
Grayson couldn't help but be taken aback by his unexpected request. Having witnessed Mikey's interactions with her sister, she had assumed that he was dealing with their friendship quite well. The realization that he still needed reassurance came as a bit of a surprise to her.
"No, Just no—" Grayson shook her head, coming to a stop in the dojo where the guys were getting ready to start training. They glanced up when they heard the two enter. "She's a little crazy. And by little, I mean a lot, and by crazy, I mean psychotic."
Mikey frowned at this. He had hoped Grayson would be of help with his situation, but it was obvious he was wrong. It wasn't his fault April had walked into one of his pranks, set up for his brothers. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. In his opinion, neon green paint really looked good on the young reporter.
"Come on, you and Mason—"
"If you finish that sentence, I will stab you with a rusty spoon!"
Mikey snapped his mouth shut, his lips sealing tightly under Grayson's stern gaze. He had witnessed her in action before, and her agility and quickness in a fight were not to be underestimated. The seriousness in her eyes left no room for doubt; the threat she posed was genuine. Knowing her capabilities, Mikey chose to back off, forcing a smile and swiftly making his way to get ready for training.
He'd come back later.
Grayson rolled her eyes as she watched him go. The others shared a look, not fully understanding what that whole argument was about. Donnie was the first to approach the younger girl.
"You ready to train, Grayson?"
Grayson glanced over at Donnie, a smile instantly blossoming on her face. She was excited until she realized who she would be training with. Donatello returned her smile warmly, but he couldn't help but notice the shift in her expression as she saw who she would be training with. He spared a quick glance at Raphael, who was watching her closely, his gaze burning into her.
