there’s a bouquet of fresh flowers in water on her terminal desk, next to a box of assorted chocolates with the plastiwrap picked open at one corner. ( none of them could decide which flavor babs might like best, and it’d taken a second too long to wrangle from volunteer taste tester mikey ). amidst the blooms, a folded notecard that reads “ happy birthday, b! love, a and the boys. ” how did they get this in without tripping any alerts? a ninja never reveals their secrets.
the discovery brings a soft smile to barbara's lips. the pad of her fingers running over the flower petals, a deep inhale taking in their aroma. a gorgeous mix of colours with sprigs of green, which act as a fond reminder of her friends below. a rush of gratitude warms her heart. how lucky she is to have friends like april and the turtles. how sneaky they are.
[SMS] → april o'neil ; one day i'll figure out how you guys keep sneaking in here. [SMS] → april o'neil ; thank you. i miss you guys.
