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“Alright! What’s up, big guy?” Mind Raph pops up from his little cloud, leaning over the edge with his arm. He’s greeted by Raph, who’s standing impatient with crossed arms and a frown. He’s tapping his arm with his finger.
“Oh, I’ve only been calling you for like.. 15 minutes!”
Mind Raph lifts his finger to object, but is interrupted.
“Seriously, you’re my Mind Turtle! What’s up with me not having you when I need you?!”
“Ok, first of all, calm down. Second- I need to give advice to your bros too. Do you even know how they would end up without my advice?” Mind Raph pinches Raph’s cheek. “They would be either on fire, jumping from a cliff or building a toxic gas machine by accident!”
Raph slaps away Mind Raph’s finger with a scoff. “Hmpfh! Then they should use their own Mind Turtle.”
“Heh, those guys? No way they would help.”
A small silence followed, until it clicked in Raph’s head.
“Wait, they have Mind Turtles too?!”
“Ah, shoot..” Mind Raph’s cloud wavers and shrinks. “You’re better off not knowing them anyways! Well, looks like you don’t need my help, right? Toodles- hrk-!”
Raph pulls on the cloud, causing it to stay open by force.
“Nah ah, little dude. I gotta meet em now!” Raphael’s eyes drift upwards as he ponders the possible small turtles he could meet. “Man, I bet they’d be super cute! Except for Donnie. Mikey must be a little angel that spreads joy!”
“Hold it! I’m not taking you to them. Believe me, you really don’t wanna see them.” Though, his words didn’t seem to reach the daydreaming snapping turtle. “Aaaand, this is why I didn’t tell you about them.” A disappointed sigh leaves the little Raph’s mouth.
“If you’re not taking me then I will be sure to call ya every 5 minutes.” Raph smirks, seeing an eye twitch appear on his little self.
“Every… 5 minutes?” Mind Raph shivers. “Fine, fine! You wanna meet em? Fine! I warned you, but knowing you and that stubborn one track brain of yours, you wouldn’t accept no as an answer anyways!”
While Mind Raph continues his rant, the two head over to Raph’s room.
“Now, go sleep, big guy. We’re going dream- I mean, nightmare walking.” Little Raph grunts while massages his aching forehead.