Michelangelo was watching the news, with April O'Neal. He just loved to see her on the screen. But deep down he was still a little jealous, that she had the freedom to walk the streets, and he had to hide in the sewers.
It just wasn't fair, they had saved the city on any number of occasions, and -he had to admit- despite April's best reporting they were still reviled as dangerous mutants.
He looked down at his bulky fingers, and at his hard shell. They both paled in comparison to April's soft flesh and delicate fingers.
As Master Splinter walked past, Micky turned the volume off, and just read her lips. Besides he knew the story, having been there, and he didn't want Master Splinter to have him do some pointless exercises.
He kept quite, as Splinter walked off in another direction. Micky had to keep moving his hiding place to keep his own privacy, and up here above everything he could watch what was going on, and still be out of the way, for all the boring stuff.
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