25th Shuriken ➣ [Action]
[Finally. Ten days after getting beat up by a girl, Raph's finally holding up his end of the deal. Dinner. With Fujiko. Holy crud.
Behold Raphael, the turtle who can charge headlong into a pack of bloodthirsty ninja like he lives there, coming apart at the seams over one stupid little date. No. Not a date. Dinner. Just dinner. But even "just dinner" is enough to diminish him into a trembling pile of nerves.
Mikey will probably tease the heck out of him, but he's the only soul he's told about this mess, and he needs help. Pizza. She wanted pizza and he has to do this right. So he and his brother are going to hit up the grocery, get some ingredients, and try to get home and make the pizza before Raph completely loses his mind.
Then at about seven o'clock he'll head off to C5, set up the rooftop picnic-thing, and make the proverbial leap.
Emphasis on proverbial, as tempting as the literal may be right now. He just wants this to go right, and with his talent for screwing things up, these are pretty terrifying times.
Hopefully he won't screw up. Hopefully she's serious and not gonna turn around and stab him in the neck once he lets his guard down. Hopefully it's a little more than just dinner, but he has his doubts. What would a girl like that want with a big ugly turtle anyways?
No matter how many times he asks, he never gets a satisfying answer. He probably never will.
Guess there's only one way to find out.]
Behold Raphael, the turtle who can charge headlong into a pack of bloodthirsty ninja like he lives there, coming apart at the seams over one stupid little date. No. Not a date. Dinner. Just dinner. But even "just dinner" is enough to diminish him into a trembling pile of nerves.
Mikey will probably tease the heck out of him, but he's the only soul he's told about this mess, and he needs help. Pizza. She wanted pizza and he has to do this right. So he and his brother are going to hit up the grocery, get some ingredients, and try to get home and make the pizza before Raph completely loses his mind.
Then at about seven o'clock he'll head off to C5, set up the rooftop picnic-thing, and make the proverbial leap.
Emphasis on proverbial, as tempting as the literal may be right now. He just wants this to go right, and with his talent for screwing things up, these are pretty terrifying times.
Hopefully he won't screw up. Hopefully she's serious and not gonna turn around and stab him in the neck once he lets his guard down. Hopefully it's a little more than just dinner, but he has his doubts. What would a girl like that want with a big ugly turtle anyways?
No matter how many times he asks, he never gets a satisfying answer. He probably never will.
Guess there's only one way to find out.]