You were up late, per usual. When you heard a knock on your window, you looked over to see Michelangelo. He was holding his side, and his mask was a little torn up. It wasn’t unfamiliar for your best friend Mikey to do this.

“Alright, let’s get you patched up.” You said, opening the window as he climbed inside throwing his mask to the ground

“Thank you, was about to go all doctor delicate touch on you” He said in a mock-sarcastic tone, with a subtle smile