Vivian the Candy Turtle @vivianthecandyturtle - Tumblr Blog

Vivian fallows Ame up to her room, apologizing about Mordecai and Jewel on the way, “I’m sorry about them, but yes, they are kinda like my siblings, I guess.”

She looked away for a moment, concentrating on the steps before her. Her eyes seemed to dart back and forth between watching Jewel ascend the steps with Mordecai in their arms and random places on the walls at the top of the stairs. “We aren’t related at all, and neither Ambrose nor King has …adopted us, but we do try to get along and look out for each other…”

She smiled softly as her and Ame finally reached the top of the steps and they all finally walked toward Ame’s room fallowing her direction. “Jewel here,” Jewel’s head nods once at the mention of their name, but continues walking without looking behind to where Ame and Vivian are, “the green and purple with the scarf, is the silent yet creative. Jewel doesn’t like to talk much, if ever, and is usually straight and to the point on most things. And then there is—”

“Me! Mordecai! I’m orange, small, and like things to be clean.” Hugging his pillow to his chest, making him look even smaller and more child-like in Jewel’s arms as even his massive tail curled toward him, making him look like a little orange ball. “I live in a house where no one knows what that is, so I’ve taken it upon myself to maintain the order and cleanthliness of the house!”

Then adding in a small whisper, “Not that anyone appreciates it…Oafh!”

Mordecai was nudged gently by Jewel causing him to look into Jewel’s eyes (or at least he tried to, but three eyes make that kind hard). Gently looking back at him, but Jewel’s expression was hidden by the scarf, leaving Mordecai to look away in a huff.

“Well, yes, that’s basically us. One big happy family…” Vivian finished as they reached Ame’s room with a sign that read: “ Kameko’s room, ~Please Knock~”

“Who’s Kameko?” Mordecai asked.

“Ame is. Kameko is her real name. Ame is her nick name.” Vivian informed him.

Mordecai huffed once more and laid sprawled his legs out, “Really? A nick name? Ugh!”

Vivian just rolled her eyes at Mordecai’s behavior, “He’s never happy, so please don’t take it personally Ame.”

“Hey!” Mordecai chimed once more a Vivian’s last comment, and then again as Jewel let his feet go and forced him to stand on his own as Ame opened the door for them.

Jewel looks around the room but remains silent. Her eyes seemed to be trying to take up the view all at once as her bottom pair of eyes looks one direction and her third eye look at the other.

Vivian looks around, noting how different this room is from the rest of the house, and just how much stuff is in this room. She looked down at her quite worn out doll and mused herself with the thought that this little thing was all she had, and even though she didn’t really treasure it, it was still really, her only toy. She looked around once more, thinking herself that there was one time in her life where she had many more toys, but they came with a price—one she had no intention of ever paying again.

She smiled and looked toward Ame, “I think the theme of the room is just you. It’s just like every part of you is shown through every corner of your room.”

“Of course! That’s what someone’s room is supposed to reflect; otherwise you might as well be living in a stranger’s house.” Mordecai’s squeaky voice chimed, one arm clutching his pillow, and the other seemingly holding up this chin as he looked around and seemingly concentrating intensely. “I’d say by the fact that none of this actually looks like it came out of a dumpster (like our stuff) or out of some sort of garage sale, and judging by the look of those figures, I’d say they are not handy downs from grandma and grandpa…. I’d give this room a two star rating. Not poor like us, but indeed not the riches I’ve seen. Anyway—“

He turned only to find Vivian and Jewel staring at him in utter confusion, his hand fell as his expression began to match theirs.

“What?” Jewel asked in a male tone, slightly muffled by the scarf.

“You don’t know the rating system? You know, they one that basically states how much money you do or don’t have?…” empty stares were all he received as an answer. “Ah, hah, well, we are a no star, as in no money… and I use to do this all the time with Andrea whenever we went into a new place…. I thought everyone did it…”

“No.” Jewel quickly stated.

“No star?” Vivian questioned.

“Anyway! I want to do this play thing I’ve heard about. You know, where you go to your friend’s house and hang out, do stuff,” he hugged his pillow once more with both hands and looked off to the side, “…play… we don’t eve play around at our …home (if you could call it that).”

“What are you use to?” Jewel questioned once more.

His face turned forward, eyes didn’t move from the ground, “Nothing that matters anymore…. “ He looked up, and peered straight into Ame’s eyes, with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster, “Please Miss. Kameko-san? Can we play?”

“Awe… the face. He’s using the face, and polite terms. He wants this bad…Well, um, Ame, what do you say? Or, what should we do?” Vivian asked as she backed away a little from the orange pleading monster before her, attempting to not succumb to his power.

—

King wandered around outside, taking every single thing his eyes lay upon. Every odd object, blade of grass, and especially, anything he could potentially hide behind. He scanned and searched his surroundings in order to be able to adapt it to his craft at a later date.

‘I am King after all.’ He thought to himself, ‘and I intend to remain King.’

However, his eyes quickly saw smoke. He’s heart raced at the possibility of it being a fire, but it quickly died down when he noticed that there was no flame to be seen. After all, if there is no flame, there is no need to worry. On buildings there would be plenty of pipes with smoke coming out of them, King just figured that the country is no different—it just lacked in tall buildings for the pipes to come out of or snake their way up, so they came out of the ground, but they still acted the either way.

King crept close to it, noting the smell was different then ones he had been close to in the city. He figured that was just another different to being out in the country. However, he did spot a window near the pipe and quickly went to go look.

‘Ideas come from everywhere, no need to pass up any possible opportunity for self-discovery… or a good scare’ King lowered himself down to the ground, noting how annoying grass was.

Even though it was soft, he didn’t care for it. It tickled and practically clung to every part of his body. This was something King didn’t think he’d get use to, ‘Give me asphalt and trash any day…’

Slowly he crept on the window and then peered in side. He couldn’t see anything however, and used his hands to block the sun from obscuring his view.

To his delight he received a face of pure fright and the most delightful scream as a reward for his efforts. Red candy turtle that was the source of his delight had now done something that King couldn’t see to cause the room to fill with smoke.

However, King didn’t care about that or even the fact that there was another candy turtle before him. He had gotten what he wanted and that it was a great show.

King fell back on to the grass, away from the window, huffed and sighed, as this was his form of laughing while attempting to remain “hidden” (even though he had clearly given away his existence).

‘Ahhhhh…’ he giggled softly to himself, ‘good day..’

—

Ambrose fallowed Gina outside to the truck and immediately started sweating again. He began to grow self-conscious and wondered if Gina could smell it—if she was aware that it was his natural musk rather than some “perfume” he put on. He already showed her his crazy family and all of their crazy habits; he really didn’t want one more odd bit of information to be icing on the cake.

‘Wait… why do I care so much what she thinks about the stupid strawberry smell?’ he thought to himself, but was quickly distracted by pushing the truck into the garage, and thus let the thought go.

He noticed quickly that Gina knew her way around the truck. She quickly opened the hood and got lamps like a pro.

‘Just goes to show, you can’t judge a book by its cover…Oh no, this is going to be awkward when she finds the duct tape…’ letting his thoughts wonder back to their very shallow pocket book, and how they could never afford a mechanic or proper parts… or how they had absolutely no knowledge about the inside of a working engine.

The quickly rubs the back of his head when she finds it and questions the absurdity of the duct tape being inside of a truck.

“Heh… it was the best I could do… given the circumstances.” He concluded looking off to the side, feeling very awkward having to explain his mechanic skills to a woman, but really he had none to speak of, and really, it didn’t matter what she was but that the truck go fixed right.

He looked back up towards Gina, and quickly found himself staring. As she dug around in the truck engine for the rest of the duct tape, her rear was in perfectly posed for Ambrose to study; which really, was the best word for it, as his eyes outlined every part, starting at her heels to and ending at her rear, noticing that there was now a tail. Ambrose deeply appreciated how her tail perfectly came out of the base of her spin. In his previous employment, before his mutation, he was human and he worked in biology, mostly just working on genetics; thus, he knew human and many animals’ physiology quite well, and he was enjoying the full view of Gina’s quite well.

However, his mind was quickly brought back to reality as screaming came from somewhere. He would have been ashamed of his thoughts, but the cold chill that went down his spin and made him jump made that the last thing on his mind. It sounded like it was coming from below them, but then, even if Gina’s house had a basement, how in the world could they hear screaming? It didn’t sound like any of his turtles, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t stop racing.

He almost sprint out of the garage to find his little turtles (King was on his own for all Ambrose cared), but the calm demeanor made him freeze in place. He still wanted to sprint out of there, but upon hearing Gina speak and watching her take off her gloves. She wasn’t in any type of panic, and this made Ambrose’s mind spine; as he felt he should do something, because clearly something was wrong, but the only one in the room who was worried was him. It left his mind racing with no thoughts connecting, needless to say, he was seriously confused.

He jumps once more as he hears something move in the room. It peers around the truck and notices another turtle coming out of a hatch in the floor.

‘What the?… Another turtle?! I guess if she is an out-cast too, then there was always the possibility that she would have more than one turtle, like my little turtle gang… I’ll have to ask her about that later.’

He watched the scene with this new candy turtle display before him. Noticing how the turtle had called Gina “mother”, quickly summarizing that that was how she had come to call the younger turtle’s his “children”; after all she clearly treated, or at least taught, these children that she was their mother. All that mattered then was how she treated them to know if they were truly safe in that environment.

While he was there in the house, he wasn’t too worried about her possibly hurting any of the turtles, but it always mattered what happened behind doors—and if you had a big reason to hide, then sometimes you do drastic things to stay hidden.

It amazed Ambrose how quickly his worry was pushed aside and how quickly it came back. However, as he watched the two share a hug, and how she acted so kind to the turtle (and how the turtle did not act as if that was out of the norm), those doubts were mostly pushed to the side,

He listened as the turtle explained what could only be King scaring the little thing.

‘Kiiiiiiiiing…’ Ambrose’s hand quickly went up to his face and covered his eyes in a mix of annoyance and shame.

He let out a sign as he let his hand slowly fall down his face, and he quickly jolted from his stupor at the little turtle questioning him so abruptly.

‘Heh… cute kid,’ he watched as the little turtle was between him and Gina now. He chuckled slightly as more of his doubts of this house-hold’s safety fell even more as he watched the little turtle be lectured by Gina.

‘Why does he remind me of Mordecai?….’ his head cocked to the side, then his eyes quickly went wide, ‘oh no, please don’t let there be another Mordecai! Another King sounds much more fun!… Not preferable, but between the two—King!!’

However, upon hearing Gina tell the little turtle exactly where his little turtle charges were, made his skin crawl. He wasn’t completely sure why, but it made him worry. This turtle was so abrupt with him and defensive about the possibility of there being more. He didn’t want to have to worry about the little ones around this new turtle.

“We’ll be leaving as soon as the truck is fix.” He stated quickly, as his hands came to his sides, his eyes locked with the little turtle, and his tail swished slightly as his annoyance; it was true, they did need to leave soon, but also, assuring that they wouldn’t be there any longer than they had to may come this turtle down. “The turtle’s that came with me won’t wreck the house or anything (probably), but all of us need to go back to the city. We have work to do tonight, so you don’t have to worry about us being here long.”

He turned to the truck, placing both hands on the edge, attempting to show that he was not trying to be confrontational, but that he just wanted to leave now, “You don’t have to worry about us being here long. After all, we mean no harm.” Only after the words leave his mouth does he remember what he was thinking just before the little turtle screamed; how he had completely traced his mother’s body and practically measured out every portion of her body.

He quickly turned to face the truck engine, attempting to hide his blushing, plunging his hand deep into the truck to dig out the rest of the duct tape he knew was still there. He could feel himself starting to sweat more as he attempted to conceal his thoughts from even his-self.

“We just have to get rid of my poor handy work… under these hot lamps…”

—

King wondered from the lower window and quickly found one that was let him see into the garage. There was the little red turtle again.

A massive smile quickly formed on his face and the red in his eyes quickly dilated into massive circles as pure joy flowed through him.

He was told many times by patrons and his candy turtle family, that it was the creepiest thing they have ever seen to see King that happy.

It made him smile all the more.

His tail even wagged as he watched his new friend/target, the red turtle interact with Ambrose and Gina. His mind quickly went to work wondering just how to entertain himself at the expense of this little turtle.

'She guesses they are her siblings..? I mean; I suppose we can’t really be related being made of sweets but…’ Ame thinks still walking with her friend; smiling lightly listening about Jewel and chuckles a little as Mordecai exuberantly introduces himself and pouts a second later.

'What's wrong with my nickname? Or is it.. my real name he hates?’ but the little girl nods to the older pink one to not take it personal.

"Thank you." Ame starts to Viv and Mordecais compliments about her room. "We aren’t rich but Mama does the best she can for us…" *nods* "I’ve heard of the ‘star system’." she says then looking to Jewel; the three eyed turtle catching more of Ame’s attention as they speak in a slight male tone.

'Whoa! I thought they where a girl…or.. both? Maybe Mama knows…'

But the blue girls attention again shifts to Mordecai as he changes from defensive and loud to shy and introverted; all the while looking at her with puppy eyes that she defiantly wasn’t expecting.

He practically begs to play even going so far as to use her full real name and ‘San’; causing Ame to blush again slightly as Vivian speaks to her but not really hearing what the older girl says.

Finally; attempting to keep her cool Ame nods “Yes, we can play..What would you like to- Oh!” her eyes sparkle brightly like the light-bulb in her head; turning to the bed she begins pulling out a few clear plastic containers of more clothes, each one had a different pattern/colored strip of tape with writing of what each box held. One had plainer normal clothes like tops, shorts/pants, and skirts- some of which had yet to be altered to fit a candy turtle. The other housed nicer clothes much like what Ame wore now; some simple but adorable dresses, jumpers, fancier skirts and more or her Lolita jewelry stash.

As she carefully rummaged threw the boxes she pauses for a second when she thought she hears a noise like yelling but was not entirely sure and goes back to searching; but not finding what she sought Ame pulls out yet another plastic container this one with a Victorian patterned tape with gold metallic marker it was written in Japanese with a little ~<3

"Viv-chan; you and Jewel can pick out something if you want..or I can get you something I think you would like." she says smiling to herself as she pulls out a simple but elegant green vest with matching black shorts and cravat tie; along with a crisp clean white long sleeved shirt.

Ame turned to Mordecai and did a kind of curtsy while ‘presenting’ it to the orange candy turtle. “If you wouldn’t mind…” she asks shyly hoping that he might recognize the costume but; considering that Vivian didn’t even understand her earlier reference when comparing her oldest brother to Donatello; Ame highly doubted it.

'For only giving my room two stars he should appreciate the fact that I’m even allowing him wear this…’

———

Alex stood patiently for several minuets at a safe distance (but as close as he could be) watching his older brother sit welding some metal piping together.

The older male takes off his protective mask and gloves “It needs to cool before we can start replacing the old piece…” he says in an even tone as he stands dropping the gloves to the table and starts to walk to his bedroom (more like library) just around the corner.

He nods “Is there anything I can do to help while we wait?” the candy apple child asks with a rare but genuine smile and all the eagerness to please.

"Hmm…" Hohenheim crosses his arms thinking "You could move the glassware and anything else in our way so we don’t accidentally break it..Oh; and keep an eye out for you-know-who and make sure they don’t touch ANYTHING..” he answers with a dead seriousness on the second half.

"…You mean Voldemort?" Alex replies.

The older light green male shakes his head seemingly at his little brothers bad joke but thinks ‘They may as well be..’ and smirks to himself “I’ll be back in a minuet…” he says turning to continue what he was doing and disappears into the darkness of the other room.

Alexs’ smile fades a little but he hums while walking to the far corner of the main room that was the original basement with a few modifications; moving the more important of the equipment first before examining the part of the crucible that they where to replace and then continued to move the rest of the glass.

Glancing up to the window he closed his eyes for a second soaking up what little sun did shine threw. ‘Ahhh..’ he thought with a satisfied feeling as he dug threw a tool bag near by ‘I wonder if the things we planted are ready for-’ his thoughts interrupted by the warmth being blocked.

As the young turtle looks up again for the source of whatever blocked the light he is met with a ghost white face staring back at him; the persons red pupils seemed to dilate and focus on Alex.

The boy lets out a terrified yell and stumbles looking like he was doing the backstroke as he falls over some boxes stacked to the side and filled with various jars and bottles some empty, some not. One of the boxes (stacked atop the others) had broken some of its contents in the process.

Alex looks back at the pile of broken glass and a thick reddish-brown liquid splashed over the concrete. His eyes widen and without even looking back to see if the person was still there (or how they reacted) the child quickly makes his ways to the other side of the med-large room; pushing a lighter bookshelf out of the way and climbing up the ladder Alex pushes hard on the ‘ceiling’ trap hatch.

——-

Gina nods quietly to the blue turtles explanation of the duct tape but her thoughts float like a cloud to when she had first become a mutant; the idea making her tail twitch on its own. ‘That’s right..I couldn’t even go shopping for groceries let alone bike parts! …Then the kids came along…god they where *and still are* so cute! How could I deny them what I knew they needed direly? I started to not care if people thought wearing a helmet was weird in the shops; and if someone asked about it I just said I had a skin condition…’ ‘…I guess the least I could do for some fellow outcasts is offer free mechanical jobs or whatever else we could help with, though being part of the circus I don’t see Ambrose and his ‘family’ sticking around the area very long…’

As the cat woman came out of her daze she noticed it was awfully quiet from Ambrose’ place near the truck…wherever he was..

——-

It comes open relatively easy compared to what the boy had expected but he is met with a shower of dust as he climbs up and out; coughing as he goes. He makes out a female form that is too short for his sister Summer and calls to them. ‘Ah..I was right..’ he thinks continuing to cough a bit but can feel his mothers fur brush against his candy skin as she asks him what was wrong.

Alex glances away ‘…Well at lease it wasn’t Ete that was here but..’ he thinks ‘Why can’t I ever act the way I mean..? It’s not like I was that scared..they just…startled me..-sigh- why wasn’t it this hard to be ‘myself’ before..when we escaped and it was just me and Osen..? I should be used to this by now..’ he continues mustering his courage *internally beating himself up for his cowardliness and screaming* and finally explaining what had transpired. After he looked up again to his mother he noticed a rather large male turtle whom he didn’t recognize; and even though the man was neither in a threatening pose or anything of the sort the red candy child felt his heart begin to pound in his chest threatening to leap right out. ‘No..not again..!’

Before Gina or Alex himself had realized it he had moved in front of his mom like he was going to protect her and rudely *but unintentionally* asked whom the man was. ‘Who am I kidding?’ he thought again; ‘This guy could rip me to shreds! …Just like that person a long time ago..’

Gina quietly scolds him but gets another outburst from the child.

'How could she?! I thought that 'family' told each other everything! …And especially somethinglike ‘Oh ya, there are other candy turtles’! Alex screams in his head but apologizes for interrupting as his mother kneels and explains her actions. ’She’s always so calm..’ Alex ponders ‘Even when we’re all at our worst; she is the one who tries to be strong for all of us even when everything is falling apart…’

After this Alex turns again to the blue bara and also gives an attempted apology before asking where the other alleged candy turtles where at; possibly roaming freely about his family’s home and…the boys heart again started to beat faster but he is calm as he gets his answer.

He had been in the process of then asking to be excused but the large male behind him spoke first saying that they would be leaving soon as the truck was fixed and looking irritated while saying it; then turning and placing his hands on the tuck.

Sensing his mother face palm behind him Alex steps closer to the man, “Please Mr. Ambrose..I did not mean it that way…in fact I am actually quiet interested in meeting your..eh charges and I am sure mother enjoys having the presence of another adult to speak with…” the boy tries to explain in a genuinely apologetic tone.

Gina was mildly impressed that her son did not run off upon hearing that Ame was alone with the other *and to Alex* unknown turtles; she touches him again from behind and nods with her permission for him to leave and the boy obeys but still giving an ‘I’m sorry for the trouble’ look as he quietly walks to the garage door and leaves the two adults alone once again.

The woman lets out a little sigh “Well that was..interesting..” she says attempting to break the icy silence as she steps closer to the blue and yellow male who distracted himself by digging out the rest of the tape. “Ambrose-san..” she starts waiting for him to turn around but Gina lets her gaze drop to the floor and doesn’t notice if he looks at her or not; “I’m sorry for his little ‘outburst’. Alexio…he means well just a bit.. unsure of how to act sometimes and who he can trust. So if you need to… please; take your anger out on me for not raising him ‘properly’…” she finishes giving a bow of her head trying to show respect *also trying to be non-confrontational* and praying that everything would be fine and the visit wouldn’t be a total disaster.

——-

After cleaning off the dirt in the hallway bathroom Alex wastes no time in quickly running up the stairs, down the hall to Kameko’s room then at her door; takes a deep breath and readying himself for whatever he might find then knocks quietly. “Ame-chan..?”

vivianthecandyturtle

[The play date]

The three turtles watched as Ame went to her bed and dug underneath it. Both Vivian and Jewel held confused glances as they watched Ame shift through the cloths, but Mordecai walked up next to Ame and seemed to study each piece of clothing as she went about her business. Mordecai did his best to get out of her way as she went for another box underneath the bed, and quickly noticing the smile appearing on her face.

Vivian and Jewel both turned to each other with confused glances. Jewel was the one to end the staring contest by motioning with one arm out in front, gesturing for Vivian to take the lead. Vivian gave Jewel a shy glance, but stepped forward meekly and looked over the boxes; however, she didn’t touch anything. Jewel just stood behind her; still waiting for her to make the first move.

Their attention shifted however, as they both watched Ame present Mordecai with clothing she personally picked out. They couldn’t see her face, but Vivian was a little jealous of the personal attention Mordecai was getting. After all, Ame was her friend first; why is he getting all the attention? It was supposed to be Ame and Vivian’s “play date” to begin with… and as she watched Mordecai’s confused expression over the clothing, she only grew more jealous.

‘He’s not even appreciating the attention she’s giving him!!’ she silently huffed, her fists were staring to clench into tight balls and her eyes narrowed. ‘Why does he always have to demand all of attention?!’

Memories of watching Mordecai’s demanding behavior practically commanding those around him—whether it is reprimanding or just to appease him; to her, he was always in the lime light. She never really cared before. In fact, she preferred it that way normally, it kept her out of the spot-light, but now she wanted attention, and by all means it was supposed to be her’s alone.

‘He should be grateful he’s even here!’ she silently fumed.

Jewel merely watched. Nothing beyond curiosity could be gaged from this turtle as their face was hidden from view by the scarf. However, Jewel didn’t notice at all Vivian becoming tense, and only watched Mordecai. It always promised to be a show with him in the mix anyway.

Mordecai looked down at was presented to him, but then back over to the other boxes with dresses, and skirts, eyeing them over intently. Then he looked back at what was presented to him, he looked up at Ame, and he could see that she was excited, but he really had something else in mind.

“It’s not that I mind, but…” he looked over her shoulder once more, “I’ve never being able to pick out my own cloths for play time…”

“Play time?” Jewel repeated.

“…You’ve done this before?” Vivian asked trying to mask her anger, but the thought that he had done something like this before and she hadn’t only made her anger grow. After all, this was a new experience for her, but he had done this before and was stealing all of the lime light! What gives him the right to do that?

“Well, when I was little I use to play stuff like this all the time with Andrea, but I was too young to pick out my clothes. She always had me wear the most boring stuff, while she got to wear all the really pretty cloths.” He explained as he walked around Ame toward the dresses and quickly picked out one of the dresses that had a lot of lace and bows on it, and with a voice that seemed to shatter the sound barrier with enthusiasm, he quickly stated: “Like this one! I really like this! Can I wear it!?”

Vivian quickly saw her opportunity to mock him, and she was not going to let it slide. She bending forward and her eyes shut tight as she laughed deeply at Mordecai, “Mordecai! Hahaha! That’s something that only girls wear. There’s a reason you didn’t get to wear that stuff. You’re a boy! You get to wear boy cloths. Me and Ame are girls so we get to wear that kind of stuff.”

Mordecai looked down at the dress for a moment, but then quickly back to Vivian, “So what!? I can wear whatever I want! And what about Jewel! What is Jewel gunna wear?!” He was not going to let this go. He was never one to back down on anything, but he held the dress close to his chest as if it was going to be ripped from him.

“Jewel doesn’t count! Jewel’s gender changes all the time!” Vivian rebutted.

“That’s not fair!!” Mordecai shouted, louder than normal to where Vivian had to cover her ears.

She was about to continue, but Jewel stepped in between them holding up their hands in front of their faces, protesting their fight. Still saying nothing, Jewel walked over to Ame and held out their hand toward the outfit, and in a male voice asked, “May I?”

Mordecai quickly fallowed up behind Jewel, holding out the dress right in front of Ame’s face, “And can I wear this one?! You don’t mind right? It’s okay, right?!”

Jewel’s gaze shifted and stared down at the little turtle, but Jewel kept his hand in place.

Mordecai felt the piercing gaze, as he retreated and held the dress close to his chest once more, “…please?” he spoke in a near whisper.

Vivian huffed and crossed her arms as she felt she had no one on her side, but surely even Ame would see her point. This was ridiculous to even argue. Plus, Mordecai didn’t need his every whim to be indulged and Jewel was just playing peace keeper anyway!

Ambrose listened to the younger turtle as he stated what seemed like a halfhearted apology. It didn’t seem like a real apology, rather more like an apology you state only because you got caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Rather than apologizing because it was the right thing to do, it seemed that the little turtle was only doing it because his rude behavior was in full view of his mother.

Ambrose’s suspicions felt correct when he saw Gina slam her hand into her face.

‘Kid stuff,’ Ambrose thought to himself as he turned back to the truck, ‘whatever…’ However, he felt the need to let the kid off the hook a little. Ambrose of course had no idea what the turtle had been through in his short life, and give the many different kinds of backgrounds from the turtles in his house hold, it could be anything really.

‘Gotta be an adult,’ Ambrose huffed, then stated, “It’s alright son, nothing to get upset about. We’ll just act as if it never happened.”

Ambrose let the conversation die with that, and with a stronger fervor than before, he went back to concentrating on the truck. He had just met people with the same if not very similar situation that his house hold was currently dealing with. No need to make everything awkward on the first day.

Of course, King throwing Gina over the fence and Mordecai threatening to clean her with bleach, probably threw that whole idea of ‘let’s-not-make-anyone-uncomfortable’ out the window and into the next country—if not just letting the idea itself fall into the depths of the ocean.

However, Ambrose turned a the sound of Gina apologizing, attempting to explain the kids behavior, and even though he said nothing while she was talking, he did watch as she bowed in front of him. He was confused once more as to why she felt that she needed to go to such great to just apologize for the kid’s behavior.

‘What… what does the think I’m gunna do? …The bow is a little over the top, but they do say ‘san’ a lot in this house so maybe they take after the Japanese culture more than just accepting the language.’ Ambrose thought to himself, left in a dumbfounded silence.

“Uh…” his hands still in the truck, but they were no longer moving as his mind seemed to be completely transfixed on the woman before him and being completely confused, it seemed that all thoughts in his mind completely stopped. “Its fine. Really,” he turned once more to the truck, wanting to relieve the tension as much as possible, pulling at the tape once more, “after all, he’s just a kid. No need to get worked up on such things.”

“But why was he so defensive?” asked King from behind Gina. He had taken the opportunity to come inside and while the little red turtle was making a big fuse. He used all the noise the little one was making to come back inside, and then he waited for the perfect moment to strike. When the two adults were left alone and seemingly distracted by their own self-caused, tension, he glided as quietly as he could behind Gina, just to ask the simple question that was perfectly posed for a heart-stilling scare in the dead silent room. King was nothing but beside himself with joy at his triumph.

Ambrose however, was not. He quickly grabbed the closest tool and threw it at King’s head, which barely missed Gina. King dodged easily, and quickly left in a giggle into the house.

Ambrose was almost hyperventilating due to his heart attempting to escape his chest. “One day. One day, I will. KILL. That. Turtle. He’ll be king of the graves when I finish with him...”

All the while he completely forgot about the object that nearly hit Gina, and stared at the now vacant spot where King was.

However, all conversations stop and everyone turns to the door behind them at the mention of “Ame-chan’s” name. Jewel remains silent and doesn’t move, while Vivian at least offers a small wave and a quiet “...Hi…”; Mordecai, however, abruptly stated “another one?!” while clinging tightly to the dress.

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