Room 407, Tuesday Morning

[halfshell_hero]

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

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[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka poked his head in the room.

"Mikey! Long time, no see! You totally need to teach me to skateboard this summer!"

[halfshell_hero]

Michelangelo smiled apologetically at Sokka as he noticed him peering into the room.

"Aw, no can do, man. I'm headed back to the Big Apple to chill with my bros again. Probably won't be back, this time, dude." He looked at his skateboard contemplatively, and then picked it up and held it to Sokka. "But you know what you can do, man? You can take care of this for me. I can get another one back in New York, you know?"

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka took the board and looked at it. "Seriously? ...Wow. Thanks, dude..." Then he eyed Mikey. "You just want me to fall down a lot, don't you?"

[halfshell_hero]

Mikey laughed a bit at that one.

"I gotta admit, bro, learning hurts a whole lot less when you have a shell built-on and all. But I really think you can do it." He tapped his chin, thinking on that one for a moment. "You know, I think Rikku knows how to board, dude. You could totally ask her to show you how!"