Raph wasn't sure why it was happening, the good memories blinking and disappearing but maybe it was because they'd helped each other escape the painful trap that had been set for them and now good things were taking the place of the bad ones.
Or maybe...maybe it was because being with her made happy memories from times past bubble up to the surface because the feelings were so similar. But did that mean he made her feel the same way?
It flashed around them, his first view of the city above, the city lights flickering in his eyes and the eyes of his brothers, after fifteen years underground.
"It's so beeeeaaautiful," Mikey had gasped in awe and Raph couldn't help but agree. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
Raph's first taste of pizza, on a roof after he and his brothers picked up a dropped pizza from a pizza boy they'd frightened. He cried out, "I never thought I'd taste anything better than worms and algae but this is amazing!"
His first taste of ice cream, around the table with his brothers, after April had brought them down some. A fighter over what was left that devolved to an ice cream fight that got them all grounded for three days (alongside having to clean up the kitchen.)
The time they were eight and they'd played 'the floor is lava' and Raph had done the impossible. The goal had been to get to the entrance pool but the only way there was through a field of precarious furniture and toys. Raph managed to flip from a busted coffee table, balance on one foot on a busted up tricycle they were now all far too big for, flip onto a skateboard, and rode it backward all the way into the pool, his momentum taking him the rest of the way there.
His brothers all did that excitable "OOOOH!" thing kids do when a friend or sibling pulled off the hilariously impossible, because they actually managed to pull it off, and Raph rose from the water for a dramatic bow.
"Thank you, thank you, yes I know that I'm that awesome, thank you."
His and his brothers' first snow. Back when they were smaller and still experimented with clothes, back when they still sometimes got cold. They were eleven and they'd been playing in the sewers, finally allowed to do it unsupervised by Sensei as long as they stayed in the runoff and fresh water maintenance pipes and not the raw sewage ones, and as long as they avoided the more dangerous junctions with running water. They were bundled up in a mish-mash of discarded clothing, everything from overalls, to hawaiian shirts, to things like parts of fast food uniforms. Mikey, for instance, was wearing a tulle skirt over top his overalls and a floppy sun hat.
"What is it?" Raph had gasped as the tiny, delicate, puffs of...stuff danced its way down through a large sewer grate. It had coated the floor of the sewer in a heavy drift - apparently the storm going on above was rather fierce. So far the snow was still so fresh most of it was pristine, still not turned black by runoff. One of the little flakes landed on Raph's snout, making him sniff in surprise.
It was a moment of pure, undiluted childlike wonder.
"I saw this on TV!" Mikey exclaimed, somehow even more excitable in the past then than he was now in the present. "It's in all the Christmas specials. I think it's called..." He paused dramatically and gave a flare of his hands. "Snoo."
"It's snow, dummy," said Donnie. "I read about it in one of my books. It's precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water that falls -" he was interrupted by a snowball to the face, thrown by Raph. "Hey!"
As Raph laughed so hard he nearly fell over, Leonardo grinned and made a snowball himself, "Oh, it is so on."
Then things dissolved into the biggest, fiercest - and funnest - no-holds-barred snowball fight any New York sewer had ever seen.
And it was all so...appropriate. Being here with her felt like...well...
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Or maybe...maybe it was because being with her made happy memories from times past bubble up to the surface because the feelings were so similar. But did that mean he made her feel the same way?
It flashed around them, his first view of the city above, the city lights flickering in his eyes and the eyes of his brothers, after fifteen years underground.
"It's so beeeeaaautiful," Mikey had gasped in awe and Raph couldn't help but agree. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
Raph's first taste of pizza, on a roof after he and his brothers picked up a dropped pizza from a pizza boy they'd frightened. He cried out, "I never thought I'd taste anything better than worms and algae but this is amazing!"
His first taste of ice cream, around the table with his brothers, after April had brought them down some. A fighter over what was left that devolved to an ice cream fight that got them all grounded for three days (alongside having to clean up the kitchen.)
The time they were eight and they'd played 'the floor is lava' and Raph had done the impossible. The goal had been to get to the entrance pool but the only way there was through a field of precarious furniture and toys. Raph managed to flip from a busted coffee table, balance on one foot on a busted up tricycle they were now all far too big for, flip onto a skateboard, and rode it backward all the way into the pool, his momentum taking him the rest of the way there.
His brothers all did that excitable "OOOOH!" thing kids do when a friend or sibling pulled off the hilariously impossible, because they actually managed to pull it off, and Raph rose from the water for a dramatic bow.
"Thank you, thank you, yes I know that I'm that awesome, thank you."
His and his brothers' first snow. Back when they were smaller and still experimented with clothes, back when they still sometimes got cold. They were eleven and they'd been playing in the sewers, finally allowed to do it unsupervised by Sensei as long as they stayed in the runoff and fresh water maintenance pipes and not the raw sewage ones, and as long as they avoided the more dangerous junctions with running water. They were bundled up in a mish-mash of discarded clothing, everything from overalls, to hawaiian shirts, to things like parts of fast food uniforms. Mikey, for instance, was wearing a tulle skirt over top his overalls and a floppy sun hat.
"What is it?" Raph had gasped as the tiny, delicate, puffs of...stuff danced its way down through a large sewer grate. It had coated the floor of the sewer in a heavy drift - apparently the storm going on above was rather fierce. So far the snow was still so fresh most of it was pristine, still not turned black by runoff. One of the little flakes landed on Raph's snout, making him sniff in surprise.
It was a moment of pure, undiluted childlike wonder.
"I saw this on TV!" Mikey exclaimed, somehow even more excitable in the past then than he was now in the present. "It's in all the Christmas specials. I think it's called..." He paused dramatically and gave a flare of his hands. "Snoo."
"It's snow, dummy," said Donnie. "I read about it in one of my books. It's precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water that falls -" he was interrupted by a snowball to the face, thrown by Raph. "Hey!"
As Raph laughed so hard he nearly fell over, Leonardo grinned and made a snowball himself, "Oh, it is so on."
Then things dissolved into the biggest, fiercest - and funnest - no-holds-barred snowball fight any New York sewer had ever seen.
And it was all so...appropriate. Being here with her felt like...well...
Home.