#rottmnt tickles

[xavitron883]

ITS REVENGE TIMEE!!

All of his lil brothers are attacking Raph's tummy >:3c

Because Raph got all of their tummies

[sodersdumbtklblog]

draw ler raph ler Leo and Lee Mikey (rottmnt)

bit rusty at drawing them lol

[pockysfluffiez]

Ive been a lurker for a while now.. and I noticed you're in one of my fandoms im highly hyperfixated on!

its rottmnt! ❤️🧡💜💙

Im so happy I found another person omgggifej and I noticed that your headsanons are open :] may i request a leo tk headcanon? /nf

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(I had to redo these headcanons because they didn’t save 🥀 oh well)

But yes, anon hehe, I can. Happy to see you lurking about Mweheheh

tags: @rice-cake-teen10 @sunsetsandsunshine @fluffypandabun @gaybananabread

Leonardo Rottmnt tickle headcanons :3

50/50 Switch

Lee:

-Okay so we all know that Leo is a brat. And that also comes to tickles.

-He usually torments his brothers or annoys them into tickling him. (Mainly Donnie let’s be entirely honest here)

-That be leaning himself against them while they’re doing something, poking/prodding at them, etc….

-Donnie usually will act dumb with him to try and piss him off.

“Donnieeee….”

“What is it Nardo…” 

“Pleeaseeee…”

“Please what? Can’t you see I am very busy at the moment.” (While he’s working on something in his lab or simply playing a video game) 

-however the second there is any implication that his sibs are gonna tickle him he immediately gets defensive. 

“H-hang on a second here. Why not be civilized! Right?- Rihihight?!”- 

-after literally antagonizing everyone for who knows how long 

-He will most certainly cheat by using his swords to make portals around the lair and run away faster. 

-His favorite spots are the sides of his neck and knees. 

-His worst spots however are the backs of his knees and his thighs. 

-Very big laugher and will try and shut himself up the best he can. Which he’s not very good at….

-His little tail wags as well but he will never admit to the fact he’s happy or enjoying himself. 

-Casey ended up picking up a lot of his traits when it comes to this. Tickle them both at the same time and you can see the similarities

-His laugh is mixed with lots of squeaks and hiccups. 

-I for some reason imagine his little red slits on his eyes to slightly glow when he’s embarrassed as well.

-Can’t take raspberries on his neck. You’ll earn yourself a squeal and a very red face as a result.

-Just a generally cocky but giggle turtle hehehe

Ler:

-Okay so we know that this dude is a little shit when it comes to tickling people just look at him

-yall know that smirk he does

-Yeah this one. It’s glued his face the entire damn time I swear to god

-He usually tends to target Donnie and Mikey the most when he’s feeling the monster unleash. On the occasion he will attack Raph as well

-He LOVES using the element of surprise to his advantage, making people shriek or squeal by hatching his fingers onto their sides/shell

-Loves be a really mean teaser and pinning his brothers/Casey. He’s a little more gentle with April and the other girls however.

“OHoho now that’s a bad spot isn’t it? I thought you were tickle tickle tickle TICKLE TICKLEKRKFKDKKDKDL”-

-He usually chants his lees name when he’s running after them in a chase.

“Oooohhh Caseyyyyyy Casey case caseeee get back here!”

-He will laugh proudly along with his Lee as well.

-Is the type to also sneak his hands under their shirt and act like it’s some kind of spider or creature.

-He will brag to others about beating someone in a tickle fight for days, it boosts his ego tenfold

-He’s pounced onto Mikey and Casey more times than he can count. Just tackles them onto the couch and initiates in play wrestle before immediately winning by squeezing their sides/blowing a raspberry in their neck.

-He is rather mean but will give a massage afterwards or let you lay next to/ontop of him for a nap

[anxious-lee]

@totally-not-a-tickle-blog thank you for the templates 🫶🫶🫶

[fluffypandabun]

First of all I am absolutely in love with your writing style! I love your fics so much and wanted to request something if your free? What about Switch Casey and Switch Mikey? I picture them to have a good relationship that’s silly and fun. Maybe they could be gaming or be giving the other a massage which leads to tickles? Tysm and have a wonderful day!

Awww tysm im so glad you enjoy my writting! Also Sure Sure!!!! Mikey and Casey are an underated duo imo and I really need to write for them more, I hope you enjoy this very silly fluff<3

There were a lot of things Casey had to learn about now that he would be spending the rest of his days in a non apocalyptic timeline. It was admittedly a rather big adjustment to go from living in a world tinted red where food and was scarce and everyday was a fight for survival, to a world filled with bright colors and clean air with a well protected lair to sleep in (Donnie made sure of that) and plenty of food to eat (Mikey made sure of that one). 

It could be overwhelming, and on days when it was really bad Casey would find himself curled up with his back to the wall, eyes squeezed shut, and he was able to pretend for just a little bit Leo, HIS Leo would be the one to knock on his door to ask him if he was alright. As much as Casey appreciated and cared for the younger turtles, who had taken him in as one of them and gave him his own place to stay in this familiar unfamiliar world, he still found himself missing his family from the future. And as bad as that future had been, being with his family had made it worth it. 

Thats where Casey found himself today, hidden under the bed Raph and Donnie had “found” and put together for him in a spare train car they had fixed up. He admittedly felt a bit childish, hiding under the bed like this. But it felt…safe in a way he couldn't describe. His back was pressed firmly against a wall and he had a clear view of the entrance of the room, covered by a green curtain to give him privacy. Casey would have preferred a door but he was grateful for some sort of cover from the outside. 

He sighed softly, fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. The material softer than anything he was used to, a stark contrast to the rough scratchy feeling of the fabric of his battle suit. As nice as hoodie felt on his body, he found himself missing the familiarity of his battle suit and he was half tempted to crawl out from under the bed to try and find it (He knew where it was, folded neatly on top of the small table that acted as his bedside dresser, easy to grab incase he ever needed it in a pinch) when there was a knock on the side of the train car and the entrance curtain shifted as Mikey poked his head in.

“Case my dude! What do you want for dinner…” The box turtle trailed off with a frown, brow raising as he looked around the room. “Casey..?”

“Down here.” Casey called muffled from under the bed, he poked his head out looking sheepish and feeling more than a bit embarrassed. Mikey looked at him and beamed, walking over and plopping himself down.

“There you are!” He cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing under there?”

Casey squirmed until he had pulled himself out from under the bed, sitting crossed legged beside Mikey who was still patiently waiting for an answer. Casey tried to think of one but found he couldn't piece together the words, so he just shrugged. 

“I….don't know…” He sighed. “Hiding…? I guess..?’

Mikey frowned; “Hiding? From what?”

Casey grimaced, voice unsure. “...Everything? Kinda? I mean…” he trailed off and when Mikey gave him an encouraging look he took a deep breath and continued. 

“A lot of things here are still new to me, you know? And sometimes…sometimes there's too much new stuff and it can get kinda just..”

“Overwhelming?” Mikey offered, Casey nodding. 

“Yeah! Overwhelming.” 

Mikey nodded sagely for a moment before he spoke. 

“Why didn't you come to one of us?”

The teen rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I uh…didn't want to bother you…?”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth at the look Mikey shot him, the box turtle crossing his arms over his chest. “Casey, you know you can always come to us for anything right?”

The way he said it definitely left no room for debate, not that Casey ever would debate him, he knew just as well as the others how Mikey could be, he nodded quickly, hands held out in front of him.

“I know I know! Im…just still used hiding being my first option, old habits die hard yeah?”

The box turtle's gaze immediately softened and he scooted himself closer to the teen to rest a hand on his knee. Casey was surprised at how much the touch helped ground him and he felt the tension he hadn't realized he’d been holding in his shoulders leave. 

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked and Casey took the time to think on his answer before he slowly nodded. 

“Yeah I think so…everythings still a bit…floaty, but I’m okay.” He shot the turtle teen a genuine but still shaky smile to show he meant it. Mikey took his hand away from his knee, much to Casey's dismay at the lack of contact, to rub at his chin. 

He hummed to himself in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “I got it!” the turtle quickly stood, pointing at Casey. 

“Wait right here I’ll be right back.!”

Casey could only get out a nod before the turtle had ran out of the room, he didn't even have the time to fully process what the turtle could even be doing before Mikey reappeared, dramatically thrusting out his hand to hold up a handful of washable markers.

“Behold! I have returned with a solution!” 

Casey blinked a few times, knees held to his chest. “You…want to draw..?” 

“Correction my friend.” Mikey chirped, plopping back down next to the human. “I want to draw on you.”

Casey raised a brow “....Me…?”

“Yeah!” Mikey grinned, bouncing up and down on the spot. 

“Whenever Leo gets all Spacey and stuff he lets me draw on him to help ground him and stuff! Plus, these are washable markers so you don't have to worry about them staining your skin or anything!”

The turtle's excitement was contagious and it cause a slight grin to tug on Caseys lips as he chuckled. “Alright sure, I’ll give it a try…as long as you promise not to draw anything dumb on me”

Mikey sent him a truly innocent smile, “I would never, now, gimmie!”

He made a reach for Caseys arm and after a second of hesitation, he rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal tanned arms littered with scars. Mikey moved to sit up against the bed beside him pressed up close to the human's side, grabbing his now sleeveless arm and tugging it across his lap. 

“Right, now you can tell me to stop at any time if you don't like it alright?” 

Casey nodded, and after a moment of hesitation, he shifted his body slightly so he could comfortably rest his head on the shorter turtle's shoulder. Mikey paused for a moment, before letting out a pleased sort of noise as he uncapped one of the markers and drew a line on the top side of Casey's hand. 

Casey flinched slightly, “Feels weird” he muttered, though he made no move to pull his hand away, and after a second Mikey continued to draw across his hand, rambling about some cooking show Casey had never heard of. 

It was…nice…very nice actually, the soft sensation of the marker across the top of his hand and the sound of Mikey's animated voice made Casey feel warm. He eyes grew heavy and he gave up trying to keep up with what Mikey was saying as his eyes started to slip shut, he was nearly about to fall asleep when Mikey suddenly flipped his hand over and started drawing on his palm. 

Caseys eyes snapped open and it took every ounce of self control he had to not yank his hand away right then and there, soft tingly sensations spread across his palm and up to the tip of his fingers as Mikey lazily drew lines and circles across his palm, coloring in old scars and going on a tangent about pie crusts. 

Casey bit down on his lip, screwing his eyes shut he fought to not let a peep escape him, but it was getting harder by the second and Casey could only hope that Mikey moved on to drawing on a different spot before he just about burst from all the giggles building up in his chest. 

Luckily, Casey got his wish, not so luckily the spot Mikey decided to move on to was his wrists, and if the sensation was bad on his palms it got about ten times worse there. 

Unable to fight back any longer, giggles began to spill from Casey's lips, hunching up his shoulders as he tugged at his hand desperate to get away from the tickly feeling. 

Mikey, mid rant about the importance of a good non soggy pie crust, stopped in his tracks, he turned to the giggling teen and cocked his head to the side, bemusement on his face.

“Uhh I didnt think pie crusts were that funny to you Case...” 

The human shook his head, still tugging at his wrists, even thought Mikey had stopped drawing the phantom feelings were still there and it left him giddy with laughter. 

“IIhihihihit t-tihihihihickles!” 

Mikey blinked a few times, looking down at the marker in his hand and then back up at Casey a few times before his eyes lit up and his face split into a beaming smile. 

“Awwwww Casey!” He laughed. “You have ticklish hands? That's adorable!” 

Before Casey could protest Mikey quickly began drawing on his palms again, this time not caring to make anything other than quick scribbles and slow circles, whatever made Casey laugh more. 

And laugh he did, with a squeal Casey all but flailed about, face flushed and nose wrinkled as he giggled, occasionally squeaking in between bouts of laughter.

“N-Noohoho! Mikey!” 

“Yeeees Casey?” Mikey hummed, tracing the lines in the human's palms to make him squeak. “Is there something you need? I know I need you to stop squirming, im trying to draw here you know! Your gonna mess me up!” 

If Casey could glare at the turtle he would. “Y-Yoohohohour just drawing s-scrhihihibles!”

Mikey let out an offended gasp, doubling down on his scribbling down Casey's wrist. “Hey! It's called abstract art.”

Casey started giggling even harder, and Mikey giggled right alongside him. Happy to see the normally quiet and melancholy teen practically glowing with laughter. 

It was at this moment Casey's mind suddenly remembered the fact he had a hand free, which so far had just been flailing about uselessly at his side. Uncoordinated and lost in laughter, he grasped frantically around on his bed with his free hand before he found what he was looking for. 

Holding on tight to the pillow he whipped it around and smacked Mikey straight in the face with it, the turtle let out a surprised ‘Oof!’ and fell back,letting go of Casey's hand who immediately brought it back to hold against his chest while giggling. 

Mikey lay sprawled on his back for a moment, silent from shock before he burst into laughter, sitting up on his elbows and grinning playfully at Casey, still laughing. 

“Duhuhude! Did you just smack me in the face with a pillow!?”

Casey giggled softly looking just a little bit apologetic. “Sorry! Sorrhehehy! I had to defend myself somehow!”

Mikey's smile turned more mischievous as he sat up, “Oh yeah? Well should have made sure I stayed down, Jones!”  

With a war cry the smaller turtle threw himself at the human, who cried out in surprise as he was knocked back to the floor, for a split second Casey's instincts told him he was actually being attacked, but the feeling soon passed and his panic turned to giddy playfulness and he was back to laughing, trying to grab at the turtle and push him off, the two of them fighting for the upper hand as they tussled on the floor.

Casey had his own apocalyptic training behind him, but Mikey was still a trained ninja, and a mutant one with super strength at that. And the turtle's fingers finding themselves buried in between the spots on his ribs certainly didn't help either. 

Casey let out a rather embarrassing snort, half grappling with the turtle and half flailing as his laughter got a bit more frantic. 

“aHA! M-Mihihihkey! T-TahaAHTS! Y-Your cheaATIHIHIHING!” 

Mikey cackled evilly. “Always use your enemies' weakness against them! Didn't your sensei teach you that~?” 

“Sh-Shuhuhuhut uuhuhuP!”

“Hm, clearly your sensei didn't teach you manners huh?” Mikey tsked disapprovingly, and if Casey had another pillow within reach he would have smacked him with it again. 

Well fine, if he wanted to be like that then two could play at that game. 

Reaching up, Casey used his free hands to slip under the turtle's arms, wiggling his fingers in the same way he’d seen the others do before. With a loud shriek Mikey clapped his arms down, trapping Casey's fingers and sealing his own fate as the human teen gained the upper hand. 

“Actually” Casey spoke over Mikey's loud cackles. “My Sensei did teach me to use my enemies' weakness against them, good thing we share the same weakness huh?” 

Mikey shrieked with bright happy laughter as he squirmed back and forth underneath the now triumphant Casey, frantically kicking out his legs as he pushed at the humans arms. 

“W-Wahihihihit! Cahahase I-Im sohohohoHOHOHORY!” 

“Never start a fight you can't finish, didn't your sensei teach you that?” Casey teased, Mikey snorted.

“Ihihihim g-gonna tell ehehehveryone a-about youhohor tihihicklish haHAHANDS!” 

Casey felt his face flush, he already knew Leo would have a field day with that one, he moved his hands down to poke at the box turtles sides. “You wouldn't dare!” 

“Wahahatch me!” Mikey cried, reaching up to grab onto the humans' sides causing him to squeak and falter, once again giving Mikey the upperhand. 

The two teens continued to tussle on the floor, neither keeping the upper hand for long as their laughter filled the room, the question of what would be made for dinner long put on the back burner. 

There were a lot of things Casey still had left to learn, but maybe learning how to be a kid again was a pretty good start. 

[ashaleeleedagurl]

Cheering up a genius

Fandom: ROTTMNT (Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Leo

Other characters: Raph, Mikey (mentioned), Splinter (mentioned)

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Raphael was walking in the lair, walking to his room when he heard some sobs coming from his younger brother, Donatello, and decided to tell Leonardo.

"Let me handle it, He's been my twin for a while now, and I'm the one who's going to cheer him up bc, Mikey isn't really gentle with Doctor Delicate Touch on D, and I know when he gets into one of his "moods"" Leo said to the snapping turtle.

He walked to Donnie's room and knocked on the door, "D? You in he-" he cut off short when he found his purple twin under the blanket, sobbing.

He walked over to him and softly spoke to him, "Are you ok, hermano?"

"No! Leave me alone!" Donnie choked up as his sobs got louder, his face completely red as tears ran down his face.

Leo grabbed his side and lightly grabbed his shell to pull his twin in for a hug until he saw Donnie giggle softly. He smirked, cause, of course he did! It's Leo!! "D, why you gigglin'?" He mischievously asked as he skittered his hand up and down Donnie's shell.

Donnie started laughing, and, oh mi gosh! It was the purest thing Leo has ever heard from his grumpy twin!

"Nahahardohoho! Stohohop ihihit!" Donnie weakly said as he tried to cover his mouth.

"Don't hide that smile of yours, dear twin-o-mine!" Leo smirkingly said, uncovering Donnie's mouth and continued tickling his shell.

"LEHEHEO, IHIHIHI'M SEHEHEHERIOHOHOUS!!!"

"Ohohokay, ok, I'm stopping."

Leo knew how to respect boundaries more than any other turtle there, including Splinter, so he stopped.

The soft shell pulled the red-eared slider into a hug and smiled widely.

Grumpy turtle + tickles = Happy turtle

[tastybluesprite]

As someone with adhd I especially want to be tickled because my brain is usually going 1000 mph with million thoughts coming at a time. Tickling just makes my brain go blank and helps me focus on something other than the headache I get from the thoughts I have.

[mythica0]

Need A Break

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Donnie

🍫:Raph

Summary: Raph thinks Donnie needs a break, and has a perfect idea of how to make him take one.

A/N: have I ever written the brains and brawn’s duo before? Maybe not but may this be the first!

TW: swearing

Need a Break

Ten hours. It has been ten hours since Raph saw Donnie leave his lab. Ten hours of supposed non-stop work.

Why Donnie did this? Raph didn’t know. All he knew was that Donnie wasn’t taking breaks, and he was going to overwork himself and give himself burnout.

Raph let out a sigh. As much as he hated to defy his little brother’s privacy or boundaries, this was an important intervention. He took a step towards the door, and gently knocked on the surface. The metal door clanged with a ‘tap-tap-tap’ as Raph’s knuckles tapped against the surface.

A familiar, sarcastic voice called from inside the room. “Raph, what d’ya want?”

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

“Sigh. Fine. Enter.”

The door opened with a mechanical woosh and Raph felt relieved. He didn’t want to break the door down.

After Raph had entered, Donnie looked up at him and flipped his goggles onto the top of his head.

“Alright Raph, I’m busy, so you gotta make this quick. What did you need?”

“Actually- that’s why I’m here.”

Donnie’s face grew slightly confused as he raised a brow.

“Yeah, cause you needed something, so what is it?” Donnie questioned, his voice sounding impatient.

“No- ugh- I meant about the whole you being busy… thing.” Raph internally facepalmed at himself.

The workaholic rolled his eyes. “Yeah. What about it?” He snapped grumpily.

“You’ve been working for ten hours straight, Donnie! That can’t be healthy.”

“Annoyed groan. Raph, if you came in here just to tell me to take a break, you can leave.”

“No!” Raph yelled, more aggressive then he meant to sound. He took a deep breath and tried again.

“No. You need to take a break, and you will…”

Raph hesitated as he thought for a second, an idea springing into his head.

“….even if I have to make you.” The eldest brother grew a smile, as he raised his hands menacingly.

Donnie, having been looking at the floor in annoyance, glanced up at the words. “Good luck with tha-“

He saw Raph’s position and expression, and froze.

“-oh no.”

There was a pause as neither party moved or spoke.

“Bye!” Donnie was the first to break the stand still, bolting out of his lab and down the hall.

Raph quickly gave chase, calling after the soft shell, “I’m gonna get you Donnie! Get over here!”

“No way!” Donnie yelled back, crossing the living area of the lair and spotting Leo.

“Leo, help!”

Leo chuckled as Donnie continued to run away.

‘What did he do to make Raph be after him?’

Leo thought to himself, as he shouted back at his twin, “Nope! You’re on your own for this one, Donnie!”

‘Crap.’ Donnie thought, still running as fast as his legs would take him.

It was no use though, Raph was catching up quickly and before Donnie knew it:

“I Gotcha!” And he was pulled into a hug trap.

“No, Raph, you don’t need to do this.” Donnie’s voice shook with a giddy anticipation, as he held back the urge to laugh from his lungs.

“Ooooh no. Maybe you should’ve agreed to take a break earlier. Then none of this would’ve happened. Now, you’re not going anywhere.”

Raph chuckled maliciously at his little brother’s predicament before slowly and secretly moving his hands up towards Donnie’s ribs.

Donnie was stuck. There was nothing he could do to escape and he was beginning to realize that. Laughter bubbled up in his lungs but he didn’t let it escape, he hadn’t even been touched yet!

These frantic thoughts ran through his head, distracting him from the approaching clawed hand, until it finally made contact on his ribs.

Raph started scribbling and poking around Donnie’s ribs, causing the workaholic to burst into giggles at the feeling.

“Ohoho shihihit!”

Raph gasped over dramatically, “Donnie, language! You know the tickle monster doesn’t like swearing!” As he said it, Raph sped up his tickles, still attacking Donnie’s sides and ribs.

“Shhuhuhut uhuhup!!”

“Uh- rude much.” Raph did his best impression of a mean girl from one of those high school movies, even flicking his mask tails back in a sort of hair flip.

He wouldn’t admit it, but Donnie did laugh a little harder at the action.

Although some of that could’ve been attributed to the fact that Raph moved up as he said it, and was now scribbling away under Donnie’s arms.

In response, Donnie’s arms shot down as his laughter increased in intensity.

“Ohohomihigohohosh, stohohop!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, my hands are stuck.”

“Nohoho thehehey arehehehehn’t yohouhou lihiAR!” Donnie’s voice squeaked at the end of his sentence, as Raph further attacked him.

“You callin’ me a liar?! That it, you’re donzo, buddy.”

Donnie only wondered what that meant for a split second before he heard a large inhale.

Donnie didn’t have time to process just exactly how screwed he was until Raph blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the soft shell’s plastron, where his stomach would be.

Donnie screamed in laughter, trying frantically to push Raph’s head away, but struggling to do so as his underarms were still under attack.

Any time he tried to lift his arms to push at Raph’s head, Raph would dig slightly harder into his arms, making them fall back down. And whenever they were down, he would add nibbles to Donnie’s stomach, making him more desperate to push him away.

Donnie was stuck in a cycle of laughter and he couldn’t for the life of him get out. No matter what he did, one way or another he was going to be laughing his shell off, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, Raph lifted his head away and paused his hands.

“Youhouhou…. Suhuhuck.”

Raph chuckled evilly once more. “Oho, I’m not done.”

Donnie’s eyes widened for a moment, as he was once again filled with a giddy dread as to what more Raph could do, his previously dying giggles flooding the room again.

Donnie was even more excited mortified when Raph took off his battle shell.

‘Oh fuck. oh shit. oh fuck.’

He tried to mentally prepare himself, to no avail. Raph took another deep breath and-

Donnie had no hope. His shell was under ruthless attack of raspberries and nibbles, and he felt like he was going to die from how hard he was laughing.

‘Holy fuck that fucking tickles so much’ was the only thing he could think of, his brain was failing him and all he could do was just laugh his heart out.

His loud laughter boomed throughout the entire lair, heck, even April probably heard him.

“RAHAHA-“ he couldn’t get a word out through his laughter, but Raph could tell he was trying to ask for mercy.

He didn’t want to kill Donnie, so he obliged the not-so-silent request and stopped.

Donnie couldn’t stop the flood of giggles that were still pouring out of his lungs. He greedily gasped for air through them, as Raph grabbed him a glass of water. He drank it quickly, still giggling.

“Hohoholy bahahanana pahahancahahakes, ihihi cahan’t brehehathe.”

“Heheh. I suppose I might’ve over done it just a bit. You alright?”

“Ihihi’ll..behe fihihine.”

After he finally caught his breath and could actually think again, Donnie realized that he did feel better. Lighter, brighter, and quite a bit happier.

He knew Leo would ask about it later. (He did. “What the heck did you do, man? It sounded like you were dying.”) but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

I guess he really did need a break.

———THE END————————————————