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“Could you two at least try to get along?” April asked with an exasperated sigh.
Casey looked up from where he had finally pinned Raph under him with a particularly clever manoeuvre. His fist froze in the air, Raph catching his wrist with his one free hand.
Raph grunted at them, which could have meant anything from shut up and let me kick his ass to he is currently crushing my lungs with his ass.
Casey just looked confused, which wasn’t exactly unusual for him.
“We’ve been dating for the last six months.” He replied, looking at April as though she was crazy.
Donnie choked on his drink. Tears in his eyes, he swung around to face them from where he’d been eavesdropping from the couch.
“You WHAT?” He exclaimed through a cough.
“I asked him out while we were beating the shit out of that big drug ring.”
Casey grinned, stretching his split lip.
“It was super romantic.”
Raph took his distraction as an opportunity to buck him off. Casey crashed into the back of the couch, lunging back to tackle Raph with a feral cry. Raph managed to put him in a headlock. Casey looked back over to the dumbstruck April.
“He gave me one of his baby teeth as a pendent. It’s the best one in my collection.” He wheezed, elbowing Raph in the gut. Raph swept his legs out in retaliation.
“Collection?” April asked in concern.
“His tooth collection” Raph grunted, as though that was a reasonable, non-horrifying answer.
“Ya know,” Casey said, which they most certainly didn’t.
“I collect them from all the thugs we fight. I knock out enough of ‘em and it means the fuckers have to get dental done. Shits expensive.”
“He has a whole massive jar full of ‘em.” Raph informed them gleefully.
“Finders keepers!” Casey cackled.
“Then why are you guys trying to beat the snot out of each other?” April asked.
“It’s date night,” Casey replied, as though it was obvious.
“And that means you throw down like pissed off alley cats?” Donnie asked, as though he was disappointed in himself for not expecting this level of bullshit from his brother.
“Duh” Raph and Casey replied in unison.
Mikey walked in, carrying a comically teetering pile of pizzas.
“Foods here!” He called, peering around the stack that was twice his height.
He caught sight of Raph and Casey tangled on the ground.
“Oh, hey guys,” he chirped, “how’s date night?”
Raph grunted in reply, Casey clinging to his shell like a deranged koala.
“That’s nice,” Mikey cooed. He began to frisbee boxes with reckless abandon, trusting his family to either utilize their ninja training or perish.
Donnie, still suffering from acute shock, was nailed in the forehead, collapsing in a morose heap on the couch. He began to shovel his slightly crumpled pizza in his mouth.
Raph and Casey hastily disentangled themselves, trying to shove each other as they dove to catch a box. They both sat, leaning against the back of the couch, knees pressed together and elbowing each other intermittently. It quickly devolved into a race to see who could finish fastest without choking to death. Raph wiped his greasy hands off on Casey’s shirt, who bopped him over the head with an empty box in retaliation.
“Alright,” Casey crowed, cracking his knuckles, “let’s go break some faces!”
Raph grunted in assent, sweeping Casey’s legs as he darted towards the exit. Casey, expecting the move, leapt out of the way with a surprising amount of grace. He flicked out his skates, grabbing his hockey stick from where he’d left it leaning against the wall as he took off after Raph.