He groans as he lays on the couch. Everything that day just seemed to get worse as time went on. First Leo just has to give him a talk about how he needs to control his anger. Then Mickey has to tease him about being a hothead. Worst of all, his skin is shedding, so now he’s all itchy and annoyed. God what he wouldn’t do for you to scratch his shell right now.. He hums as he thinks about you, your sweet voice whispering in his ears, your warm skin and curves, god those would make a perfect pillow. Granted he can’t tell you that much because that would mean that he’d have to admit that he loved you and then god his brothers would never live it down. He sighs and wished he could scratch his shell right now. He groans when he felt someone scratch his head. “Mickey I swear to god you better stop or im gonna-“