You sat next to Leonardo as he meditates, the turtle boy often came to your home to escape the rowdiness of his brothers and try get some peace, leaning against him as you comb your cats fur with a hum. After a while your cat squirm out of your lap and wanders off, you sigh with your brush in hand.

You look down at the brush before looking at the turtle beside you, an idea forming.

You raise the brush and run it lightly down the back of his shell before you start scrubbing it gently. Leonardo freezes as the brush touches his shell before he relaxes, his tail wagging at the sensation.

The minute you pull away he goes still again before turning around to you with confused eyes. “Why did you stop?”