Current Residence: Sewers of NY|
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Shell of choice: Halfshell!
Skin of choice: Green
Personal Quote: "Cowabunga Dudes!"
tmntloverxoxos '09 Entry P2tmntloverxoxos '09 Entry P2 by TMNTSecretSanta
At last. The big day has arrived. Christmas day had come at last, and all the people of New York City were feeling as merry and bright as a turtle with a slice of pizza. Speaking of turtles, let's go down to the sewers and see how their Christmas is going.
All about the floor is torn rapping paper, ripped up boxes, and eight very contented turtles.'
"Whoa, awesome!"Michelangelo cried. "A new game for my psp! Wicked," Michelangelo became so excited with his gift, he almost forgot to read to card.
"Hmmm, let's see who you're from,' Michelangelo mumbled as he read the card aloud.
" 'To: My little gamer. Merry Christmas! Love, Clover' Aww, that's so totally sweet of you, Clo!" Michelangelo ran over to Clover to give her a hug.
"Okay, now you open mine," Mikey said excitedly, offering Clover a long, narrow box covered in wrapping paper.
"Probably a box of pencils," Raphael sniggered, immediately getting elbowed in the chest by Mona.
When Clover unwrapped the box, it certainly wasn't a box o
TMNT Secret Santa - Part 1TMNT Secret Santa - Part 1 by annamage
TMNT Secret Santa for DNLnamek01
Raphael x Mona Lisa
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Initially, she wondered quietly to herself. How had he known? How did he guess? She hadnt ever spoken of the matter, he had never asked. Yet, here she was, holding a snow globe between her dainty hands, her side covered in goose bumps at the touch of his skin. He was freezing cold. That idiot. That fool. Going out in a snow storm to find her present. That idiot. How did he find a way to make her love him each time more with each of these rash decisions of his?
Monas eyes, glimmering with the orange flame of the lairs fireplace, intently watched as the snow drifted softly within the snow globe. The cloud like pieces laid themselves upon the small wooden house within the glass ornament, getting caught on the little branches of a delicately carved tree resting just beside the house. Her voice was silenced in order to hear the gentle an