Room 407, Tuesday Morning
Michelangelo scratched his head and looked at his small collection of stuff.
Ah, stuff.
There was his skateboard, and his Cowabunga Carl head, and his prized pizza pan and-
Well. That was about it. Turtles traveled light. The semester had ended, and he was getting homesick without his brothers and someone had to be there to keep the peace between Donnie and Raph while Leo was away, right? Totally.
So, Mikey was leaving. Today. There was another cattle train headed up from the mainland to New York, so he could totally chill out with the bovines for a few hours, and then? Then, it was home sweet home.
Where he'd be far more careful not to lodge more appliances in the television screen ever again.
[And this is it for Mikey, dudes! Super-slowplay if you want to say good bye, as I work and all, and otherwise, this is the green one's farewell post. It's been radical!]
Ah, stuff.
There was his skateboard, and his Cowabunga Carl head, and his prized pizza pan and-
Well. That was about it. Turtles traveled light. The semester had ended, and he was getting homesick without his brothers and someone had to be there to keep the peace between Donnie and Raph while Leo was away, right? Totally.
So, Mikey was leaving. Today. There was another cattle train headed up from the mainland to New York, so he could totally chill out with the bovines for a few hours, and then? Then, it was home sweet home.
Where he'd be far more careful not to lodge more appliances in the television screen ever again.
[And this is it for Mikey, dudes! Super-slowplay if you want to say good bye, as I work and all, and otherwise, this is the green one's farewell post. It's been radical!]