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It had been one week since the turtles had successfully banished oroku saki and Krang to dimension X, life had seemingly become peaceful for not just the turtles.
But also April o Neil, the news reporter.
Crooks and criminals had seemingly dissipated, (probably because the turtles would always be on patrol especially for April.)
Now what April didn’t know was that she had a secret admirer, one that would leave her flowers at her desk, well flowers picked from any fields or nearby bushes.
The gestures were appreciated but, she got weirded out over time I mean, somebody had an obsession or some weird crush on her. First she confronted Burne, her boss.
But he gave her the usual “I’m professional” babble, it couldn’t have been Verne either because he was more focused on upstaging her, and Irma was ruled out because she was her friend.
Late one night she returned home visibly tired, her red hair in a mess.
She turned to the doorstep to her apartment, there laying perfectly still. It was a bouquet of roses, the most expensive that could be found. It was oddly charming in a sense.
Nearby, outside on the sidewalk stood a trench coated figure, the figure took its fedora off and sighed.
“Until we can be my love…” The voice said grievingly.
The voice had a distinctive surfer dude accent; the voice belonged….
To Michelangelo.