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Raphael flinched as someone slammed his door wide open, he threw a book at the intruders head when he saw it was just Casey. “Casey I swear to god, what in the FUCK Do you want and WHY are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Casey jumped on to Raph’s bed, landing on the edge he raced to catch himself but slid down onto the floor. By now Raph was laughing hysterically, he helped the boy up and lightly shoved him. “You alright Jones?” Casey seemed to suddenly remember why he was there and pointed his finger aggressively in Raph’s face. “My sweatshirt! Y’know the purple one? Yeah. It’s gone.” Raphael stared at Casey. “Ok? I couldn’t care less about that thing.” He deadpanned, Casey rolled his eyes and grabbed Raph’s arm, and the turtle was dragged out into the living room. Casey was whispering now, “at least, I thought it was gone, my 3rd favorite hoodie, lost forever.” Raph snickered at the dramatics “only 3rd favorite? Why the hell are you telling me this?” Casey conspiratorially lowered his head to gaze into Raph’s eyes. “Because it’s not gone. Far from it. In fact, it’s being worn right now.” He paused for effect, “by your own brother, Donatello.” Raph burst out laughing, “you mean the purple jacket that he hasn’t taken off all week, that was yours, and you didn’t even notice until now?! You’ve seen him wearing it! How could you not tell it was yours?” He teased. Casey hurriedly shushed him, “hey hey, keep it down, I don’t want him to hear!” Raph stopped his laughing immediately. Casey could see a sadistic grin on the turtles face. “Are you afraid… of Donnie?!” He jeered, Casey frowned. “That’s too good.” Raph chuckled. Casey socked Raph in the shoulder, “I’m not! He’s just- I don’t know, something about the little dude irks me.” Raph patted him on the back, “well, how about I come with you and you can just ask for it back?” He suggested, Casey shrugged and made their way over to Donnie’s room, Raph knocked on the door and heard a beep before a small speaker crackled, “what’s he doing here?” In Donnie’s higher pitched voice. Casey looked around the door, “damn little guy, you got cameras and speaker on your door, why no door bell though?” His question was ignored and Donnie repeated from the speaker, “what do you want.” Raph sighed, “Casey wants his sweatshirt back.” A pause, before the speaker beeped, “if anyone tries to take the hoodie, they better be ready for their skin to be as purple as it is.” Casey looked confused, so Raph hissed, “he means like bruises, dumbass.” Casey grimaced, and Raph shrugged. “Look bro, it’s just a sweatshirt, it’s really not that deep, just give it back.” Casey insisted, rocking back and forth on his heels impatiently. The door beeped open and they found the turtle wrapped up in a fluffy purple blanket, the room was dark but dim purple leds gave off a bit of light. But most importantly, clenched in Donnie’s hands was the purple sweatshirt. Casey stepped forwards reaching his hand out, but stepped back immediately when Donnie hissed. “Dude, did you just hiss at me??” Casey looked back at Raph like ‘ what do I do?’ Raph cracked his knuckles slowly one by one, a grin building on his face, Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Kay Don? You’re gonna give Casey his sweatshirt back, or we’re gonna have a problem.” Casey squawked, “woah what?! You don’t have to like, beat him up man!” Offended, Raph who had been slowly approaching Donnie as the purple turtle could be heard softly growling, frowned, “obviously I’m not gonna hurt him, if anything I’m gonna be the one getting hurt.” Donnie nodded, still gripping the sweatshirt in his claws, it was right then that Raph lunged for the hoodie.
Splinter sipped his tea calmly as he heard the sounds of absolute chaos coming from Donatello’s room, the rat was sitting at the kitchen counter and had seen Casey and Raph go inside earlier. The door popped open and Casey seemed to be thrown out, startled, the teen stood up and dusted himself off. “Hello Casey Jones, how are you?” Splinter greeted, Casey looked from the room to splinter, and walked over to the rat, “um, I’m good, but they-“ Splinter cut in, “will be fine, Donatello is just a stubborn little turtle sometimes.” At this they both heard a loud crash and casey flinched, “So you’re not worried at all?” Splinter shook his head, “they’ll sort it out, hopefully that entails you getting your sweatshirt back, but with Donnie one can only hope.” Suddenly, Mikey and Leo ran in at the same time, Leo greeted Casey politely and Mikey waved with a grin, before pulling out $5 and confidently holding it up. “5 bucks on Raph getting the hood.” He said, “How does everyone know about that??” Casey exclaimed, Leo patted his arm wordlessly, then held up $10. “I know for a fact Donnie is going to beat him. Raph’s not getting that hood.” He bet. They all didn’t have to wait long, as Raph was suddenly thrown out the door just as violently as Casey, before the door slammed shut. Casey ran over but kept his distance. The red turtle chuckled, then he stood up and shoved the sweatshirt in Casey’s hands. Dumbfounded, the teen said nothing. Raph was grinning ear to ear, (do they have ears? Casey wasn’t sure.) he placed his hands on his hips triumphantly. “Who won the bet?” He challenged to his brothers, Leo gaped in shock and dejectedly handed Mikey the $10, as the orange turtle smirked. “Thanks man. Means a lot to me.” Casey grinned, Raphael’s eyes widened and he furiously looked away as his smile grew. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He snarked, “you should probably get lost soon though, don’t you have a job?” Casey panicked and checked the time on his phone, “shit! Yep I gotta go man, see you all later, thanks, bye!!” He shouted, running out of the lair.
“Oh shut up,” Raph growled to Leo who was staring at him knowingly, the red banded turtle shoved his brother playfully, and splinter watched as they all walked off to the living room, presumably waiting for Donnie to come out of his cave. Splinter could hear them argue over the remote, Leo at one point yelling out, “this is a hate crime!” To no avail. “My silly boys.” Splinter chucked, before he sat his mug down and sighed contentedly.