Okay. You knew the turtles were weird—being stuck underground and away for civilization for your entire life can do numbers on someone—but this was just odd.

Turtles needed warmth, right? Of course they did. Donnie was behind you, almost falling asleep as you sat in his lap. You were like at basking temperature for turtles. Leo was on your left arm, Raph was on your right, and Mikey was in your lap.

Everyone was almost falling asleep. It was late, and the only thing playing was reruns of Space Hero.

No wonder everyone wanted to go to bed.

You pulled out your phone slightly, grunting softly. You had to look up if turtles hibernate or not—cuz it was getting into the colder months.

“Dude(tte)….turn off your shellphone…it’s blinding me.” Mikey groaned softly, covering his eyes with the palm of his large hand.

“Mikey’s right. Why aren’t you asleep?” Raph groaned, making you face your phone down and shut it off.

Leo didn’t say anything, just opened an eye and nodded a little bit. He was tired—his voice low. “How late is it…?”

“Too late for Raph and Mikey to keep arguing.” Donnie muttered softly, yawning. That much was true. You still had to go back home…