Mike remains frozen, hands up and eyes wide, long after Raph turns back towards the window.
Something's up. Way up. And for once, it's not Mike's fault. A wave of joy washes over him. Of course...it recedes just about as quickly as it arrived.
If Raph's in the house, pacing like a caged tiger, because he's angry at someone, and that someone isn't Mike? That someone has to be Leo. And that...is quite the opposite of good.
"The Pizza Guy's late again, isn't he?"
Rather than continue on his course towards the kitchen, Mike has decided to perch on the back of the couch. A sure sign he's not going anywhere anytime soon.
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Something's up. Way up. And for once, it's not Mike's fault. A wave of joy washes over him. Of course...it recedes just about as quickly as it arrived.
If Raph's in the house, pacing like a caged tiger, because he's angry at someone, and that someone isn't Mike? That someone has to be Leo.
And that...is quite the opposite of good.
"The Pizza Guy's late again, isn't he?"
Rather than continue on his course towards the kitchen, Mike has decided to perch on the back of the couch. A sure sign he's not going anywhere anytime soon.