Revelling in his recovered bipedal abilities and rather pleased to get back to his own dorm room to wallow gleefully in his own mess (mostly his own mess, if he had a hat, he'd tip it to the messmaking prowess of his roomie), Michelangelo did a few laps, jumped up and down a few times, pretended to tidy for a bit, put on his assorted accessories ( Read more... )

When Mikey had gone to sleep in his bed on Sunday night, he had been, of course, a turtle.

But when he had woken up on Monday morning, he was a turtle, tangled up in an orange mask that was too long to wear as a wee turtle belt, let alone a mask, and was marveling at how smooshy the ground was, here. He'd take a step, and squish into the pillow. ( Read more... )

Michelangelo was sleeping this morning. Honest.

He had his covers pulled up over his head, and he was totally making a point to fake snore and everything right up until Rikku left the room ( Read more... )

Mikey was in the dorms. The dorms were shiny. They had indoor plumbing and hallways and actual doors and windows and all kinds of things that one didn't have in a sewer ( Read more... )