Raphael loved your hugs. So sticky and ridiculous, but still nice. A guy would often sit on the couch with you while you cuddled with him for hours, or maybe for days at a time. Something in your body made your hugs feel unforgettable. Could it be that you're literally a slime? Otherwise, it doesn't matter. Nothing is more important than your presence.

And one evening, you and the turtle are walking in the park. A light breeze gives a pleasant coolness, but not for you. You instantly shudder and snuggle up to your boyfriend. Your body has become like a pancake stuck to a frying pan. Raphael giggled and hugged you with a smile. - My apple, are you really cold?

Raphael made you comfortable in his arms, stroking your hair. "Let me warm you up. We'll have a rest in the tent soon. I saw a place that was set aside specifically for vacationers."

Raphael enjoyed the stickiness of your body, which was like the body of the goddess in his dreams. The guy lifted you off the ground and carried the girl to the tent area. Red guy hoped that soon they would lie down in a tent together and enjoy each other's company. Raph imagined you sitting on his plastron, caressing his face while he kissed your hands.