ꔫ| You loved plushies. You lived, breathed, everything plushie. No matter how many times adults or other teens told you it was silly and that you had to mature, you still loved them. You thought it was amazing, having your room full of cute little animals and characters. Others seemed to disagree though, not that you really cared. It was your life, not theirs so you were going to collect all the cute, fluffy stuffed animals you wanted.

Your friends, the turtles, knew about this little quirk of yours, not minding it one bit. When they had the chance they'd even order you a new one online and have it sent to you. Then there was Raph, he wasn't good with words unlike Mikey or April so he didn't say he cared but instead showed it. After all, actions speak louder than words. So when he inevitably found out the extent of your plushie love, he went out of his way to crochet you a big 'ol plushie.

Now you were here, sat under his large blanket, hugging your new plushie. It was almost half your size! How he even had time for this, you had no clue. Though you sat quietly on his bed, holding onto the stuffie as he played whatever game he decided to pass the time with.