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☆━━━AFTER CLIMBING DOWN THE cliff — me feeling vertigo everything I opened my eyes to look down even after Raphael warned me not to — we were now in the sewers.
Never in my life would I have ever thought I would be able to say I hitched a ride on a mutant turtle as we slid down the world's biggest water slide, and it was a fairly odd sight, really.
"Shredder reaches the top of Sacks tower!" Donnie said as he slipped past on his shell, my eyes followed him, unable to look away from the unusual sight.
Leo slid past next, face contorted as he adjusted himself, looking rather displeased with the fact he was having to give Vern a ride, "If that's where he's releasing the toxin from..." He began to say, his eyes widening slightly at his own words.
I opened my mouth to speak, only to cringe and gasp in horror as water splashed up and hit me in the face. Oh my god, no way that just fucking happened. My eyes widened and I began to wipe my face, removing my glasses in a slight panic. "I got poo water on my face!" I reached up and took one of the tails from Raphael's mask and started cleaning my cheeks, "Gah! I think it got in my mouth!"
Raphael glanced at me and then back ahead as he moved us down the sewer water slide, his grip on me firm yet still somehow gentle. From my position, I could see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Chill, Doll, it's jus' a lil' water." He said, a smirk in the baritone voice that I couldn't decide if I liked or not. It was just so deep for no reason.
I couldn't help but squint my eyes up at him. "It's just a lil' water." I echoed, mocking his accent in a voice that was nowhere near close to his.
The hothead's head snapped in my direction and his mouth cracked open in shock, eyes narrowing down at me as the scar on his upper lip shifted. He was staring at me as if mocking him was a complete sin. "I don't sound like that," His deep voice clicked up an octave in offense, "Ya' act like a five-year-old,"
