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The air was warm and toasty, sunlight filtering in through the sewer grates.
The soft sound of footsteps can be heard as they make their way back to their home.
With masks of blue, red, purple, yellow and turquoise. A show of true family, love and, culture between the members of the Hamato clan.
Making their way into large living room of their home, their eyes taking in a heart-warming sight.
The youngest Hamato, laying asleep on the couch. Quite obviously having tried to stay awake, but a sick and injured Michelangelo can only escape the embrace of sleep for so long.
His orange mask hangs from his neck like a necklace or short scarf. His head wrapped in soft bandages, proof of a patrol gone wrong a couple days ago.
Hand clinging onto a pillow, hand made by the combined efforts of Rapheal and Venus. Body covered in his older sisters blanket, a yellow and white quilt, made with the softest materials jennika could get her hands on.
With some shared quiet laughter, the group of older siblings settled themselves around their youngest, slightly shifting him if needed.
Leo and Venus now both a pillow for the orange themed mutants head, being wary of the injury that still exists on mikeys head. Don sitting on the floor to mikeys left, head resting lightly on his thigh. Raph and Jennika sat on the left hand side, Jens head resting on Raphael shoulder.
And as the day goes on above ground. As crime is committed and as enemy's plot for the downfall of this homley clan.
The family of six hold eachother close. Colours of brightness and love clashing perfectly. A tiny kaleidoscope of colours.
And when Michelangelo eventually wakes up, head resting on the laps of his oldest siblings. And both his left and right side flanked by one or two of his other siblings. He knows that he Is safe, and loved.