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“That’s fair. To be honest that’s something I had to get used to myself. At this point I just accept it as normal and don’t ask questions. My career reporting their deeds is weird enough as it is!”
She’s not going to argue with that, given how well she knows her world’s Raph. That’s definitely a thing he does…
“So… this April you’re talking about… uh, the other me, the one you know. You said she’s not a reporter, right? So… what’s she like? Is she a friend to you and your brothers too?”
“My April?”
Raphael had to pause for a moment. He didn’t think that he would refer to April as HIS April but what other way was there to say it? The red masked Turtle just kept his harden gazed on the more colorful, youthful appearing April. This one seemed younger, if he didn’t know any better... he’d say she’d have to be in her early to mid twenties where as the other April he knew might have been closer to her mid thirties to forties.
Of course, this Raphael was no longer a teenager but actually somewhere in his thirties. Something this other April may or may not have noticed.
“My April... that sounds awkward... Is probably one of the only few people whom we let in and consider family. We’re forever grateful for her taking us in when Master Splinter was missing for a time. We accepted her and she accepted us... I’m guessing your Turtles and you have a similar thing going on or this like... I dunno... a Lois Lane thing going on where you’re just covering stories?”
