Casey liked visiting you. You were kind to him, despite his weird nature.

And, he also had a crush on you. Not that he was going to tell you that, though. He liked being normal with you. He was tired of the turtles treating him like glass.

“..Are they hard to take care of?” he’d softly question as he brought a small bag of the seeds to the register; fumbling with his wallet.

He still wasn’t used to having to pay with these.. dollar bills, but was slowly.. adjusting to things now.