Wallet

“AAAAHHHHH GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY!”

Donnie nearly set himself on fire as the ever-dulcet tones of his youngest brother echoed throughout the lair. Leaping to his feet the purple-banded ninja sprinted out of his lab, nearly careening into Raph.

“What da shell is goin’ on Mikey?!” Raph shouted, sais drawn. Anxiously his eyes darted around the lair, looking for whatever caused his brother to collapse onto the floor, wide-eyed and staring.

“Mikey?” Donnie gently crouched down in front of the normally buoyant turtle. “Hey Mikey, are you ok?”

Shakily Mikey pointed at something on the ground.

“It’s real…” he said with a shudder.

Glancing over, Donnie looked closer at the wallet on the floor. Gingerly picking it up, he could see right away what had upset his brother.

“What is it Don?” Raph asked, still not completely at ease.

“It’s made of crocodile skin,” Donnie said, scrunching his nose in distaste.

Instantly Raph looked to Mikey, who already had great tears rolling down his face.

“Aw man,” Raph sighed, stowing his sais away. Slowly he crouched down by his brothers, gently folding Mikey into a hug. Reputation be damned.

Raph knew how dear a friend Leatherhead was to the goofball and with the big croc missing for the past month, something like this would definitely affect him harshly.

“C’mon Mike,” he said quietly, helping Mikey off the floor. “Let’s you n’ me go siddown fer a minute.”