There came a gentle of hum of music playing from a beaten up old radio. Today, it had been surprisingly peaceful down in the sewers.
Mikey had been wanting to bake cookies for the longest time, But his brothers, Fearing what an absolute disaster Mikey would make of the kitchen wouldn't allow it.
That was until you'd offered to watch Mikey, and clean up any messes the two of may make along the way. Which is how you now found yourself instructing the turtle on what to do, And teaching him what not to put in a cookie.
You would say your absolutely horrified when he had asked, if he can put pepperoni in the cookies, but then again, this was Mikey we're talking about.
"And you just add 1/2 halfs of baking soda,"
Y/n instructs, Handing over the red spoons which Mikey eagerly takes in his hands and fumbles around a bit. Tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, As he finds the right one.
Your quite suprised at how focused he's been the entire baking session- Sure there's the occasional jokes or refrences to a movie you'd both watched, but the turtle was really taking this whole baking session seriously.
Turning away, You take a glance at the wrinkled paper to make certain that that would be all for the ingredients.
After deciding that they both hadn't Screwed up anything, She allows herself to turn back to Mikey, Ready to tell him that all was left was the mixing. Though the turtle seemed preoccupied with the radio now, Fingers eagerly turning up the knob on the radio with an exicted grin on his face. Immediately, you recognize the sound of metallica- But which song...?
The thought is interrupted as Mikey pulls you away from the counter without warning.
"C'mon dance with me!"
You're taken by suprise at this, But try to tell him.
"The cookies, Mike. We need to finish-"
You begin to say, But he doesn't seem to be listening, Now begining to do the waltz with an arm coming to encircle your waist with a certain gentleness.
With the roll of your eyes, You give in- Despite the song itself not being one that most would usually dance along to.
After a few twirls, And even twirling Mikey around as well.
It takes a bit of focus, And when Mikey pulls you close momentarily, You understand finally that the song playing is 'Enter sandman.' A mystery now sloved as Mikey hums, Continuing to dance around with you slowly.
"Uh Mikey-"
The warning isn't fast enough, As
The turtle's shell bumps into the counter, And from the top shelf falls the flour, caking the once green turtle in a sheet of white.
The females laughter is loud, Disruptive to the peace as she tries asking if the turtle is okay, But only ends up choking on air and laughter in the end.
"Har har..."
Mikey mocks and briefly you think you've hurt his feelings.
"If you think this is funny, Wait till you get a load of this!"
A yell escapes your lips, As you wriggle out of his grasp, but not fast enough to avoid the white powder being tossed like a snowball at you.
Well... So much for keeping the kitchen clean.
