《Give me your full attention~! (IN PROGRESS)》C1
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It was a nice warm day, a beautiful morning in fact! The breeze felt nice and soothing and it wasn't too chilly, the perfect weather.
It wasn't perfect enough for a little turtle, however.
Master Splinter and his pupils were asleep, but one remained awake.
Michealangelo.
Mikey yawned as he roamed the halls. He walked past his brothers room, except one. Donatello's. Mikey blushed ever so slightly as he quietly turned the knob, revealing a non-masked turtle happily asleep.
The bashful turtle pulled out his t-phone and took a picture of his crush asleep.
'Now everything's perfect.' Mikey thought.
Mikey put away the t-phone, squealing inside. He quietly crept toward the purple turtle and admired him. The orange turtle leaned in and placed a kiss on his lover's forehead. Mikey did a slight giggle, and pulled the blanket up a little.
The little turtle quietly walked out and closed the door.
Then Donatello opened his eyes. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his forehead, slightly blushing. "What was Mikey doing..?" He mumbled. "Taking pictures of me 'asleep'? That's unusual... Well, scientifically speaking, Mikey is unusual in his many ways."
Then, the purple turtle threw the blanket to the side, and revealed a purple laptop, built by an amazing scientist, which Donnie labels himself as. He opened his closed laptop and continued his game of: 'Minecraft'.
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'I'll make my Don Don breakfast!' Mikey squealed in his thoughts. 'Oh, and the others too I guess.'
The orange turtle soon made pancakes and gave Donnie three; With extra syrup, strawberries, whip cream and chocolate on the side, and to add the cherry on top: a big beautiful plate!
Meanwhile, the cooker himself gave himself two pancakes, a LOT of whipped cream, a medium-sized plate, a big chocolate bar and only two strawberries with the right amout of syrup, same for his brothers except they barely had any whipped cream and
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Mikey skipped altheway to Raph's room, when he arrived there, he violently shook Raph awake.
"Wahh!" Raph yelped, falling off the bed. "Haha! Get up, dude! Hehe-, I made pancakes!" Mikey laughed, running away. Raph growled and ran after him.
"Leo!~ Wake up!~" Mikey said in a sing-song way, directly into Leonardo's ear. "Eek!" Leo squealed. "Oh. It's just you Mikey." Leo said plainly, but was wrong. There was a hot-tempered turtle right behind Mikey.
"Yaah!" Raph yelled, jumping on Mikey, causing him to lose his balance and fall back, making Raph hit the floor instead of Mikey. "Today is not your day." The little turtle giggled and went to check up on Donnie.
As the prankster turtle left, Raph looked up only to see the leader holding in his laughter. Then, as he did with Mikey, he jumped on him. "Ah! No, Raph!" Leo screeched.
**★**
Mikey stood in front of Donnie's door, breathing heavily. He felt a cold breeze as he turned the doorknob, sending goosebumps up his legs.
The orange turtle quietly opened the door and peeked in. He then saw his secret crush on his laptop, playing video games, while sitting up. Who plays video games WHILE SITTING UP?!!! Sorry, that just drives me insane... Back to the story:
"D-Donnie..?" Mikey asked, slightly blushing. The purple turtle immediately looked up, closed his laptop and put on his mask. "Hey, Mikey, 'sup?" Donnie asked with a friendly smile. "H-hey" Mikey giggled, "Breakfast's ready."
"Sweet!" The scientist smiled, getting out of bed. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth." The orange turtle didn't move from his lover's doorway and just watched him as he left to use the bathroom.
A few minutes later, everyone was downstairs eating, except for Master Splinter, who made his own meal and was meditating in the other room. Donnie was also not downstairs,
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"Uh, hey Mikey?" Leo asked, poking his pancake. "Hmm?" Mikey questioned, mouth full of pancakes. "How come Donnie has more stuff than us combined?" Leo asked, trying to be nice about it. "Yeah! That's fucking unfair!" Raph butt in.
"Raph!" Leo scolded, giving him a glare.
The hot tempered turtle put his hands up and went back to silent eating. Mikey gulped down a chunk of pancakes and said "Well, D-Donnie needs it so he can- make... Stuff?" Leo acted as if he understood and nodded.
"Hey guys." Donnie said, welcoming himself to the table.
"H-hey Donnie." The orange turtle said with a dorky giggle. "This is your plate." He pointed at the plate right next to the chefs, the big and tasty-looking one. "Oh, well, thanks, Mikey! But I prefer something more nutritious to help me focus." Donnie said, politely declining.
Mikey soon gave him his unresistable adorable puppy eyes, and he was literally about to shed a tear.
"D'oh! Fine..." Donnie sighed and sat down by Mikey, causing him to happily eat his pancakes once again. "Isn't this a little too much, Mikey?"
"Oh, I'll take it-" Raph said, but got a shot from Leo once again, keeping Raph silent.
"Whaddya mean?" Mikey asked, chewing loudly. "Well, this isn't very nutritious-" Mikey, once again, pulled out his puppy dogs eyes. The purple turtle sighed and ate what was given to him.
"Hey... This is really good!" Donnie admitted, scarfing down his food. Mikey intensly blushed as Donnie continued to eat. Raph finished his food, so did Leo, and they both left with a "Cya."
"It's not that good." Mikey said, teasing himself.
"Are you joking?" Donnie questioned. "Here! Have some!" The purple scientist jabbed his pancake that had strawberry, syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate on it and was about to feed it to his crush without knowing it.
Mikey blushed and opened his mouth. Donnie put it the food and Mikey bit down the fork. "Good right?" Donnie asked, about to pull the fork away.
It was no use.
Mikey bit down on the fork, drooling all over. Donnie blushed at the sight of this. "I'll go get another fork..." The scientist said, trying to hide his blush.
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10013 words!~
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