[Harley's POV]
"Oops!" I pout, dropping a plate. I was taking it to the sink to wash it, until it crashed and hit the floor. "Harley! That's the third plate you broke!" Mikey whines.
"Sorry, I'm just getting used to these fingers. They're so big!" I say, looking at them. "Maybe I can show you how to get used to them!" He offers. Raph doesn't like this.
"No! She's MY girlfriend, I should get to show her!" He demands, jumping in front of me. I giggle. "Calm down Raph. You're so cute when your over protective." He raises an eyebrow.
"Cute?" He asks. I nod. "The most adorable boyfriend ever!" I smile. "Adorable?" He questions again. I nod again. "I'm not cute!" He defends himself. "Oh, please. Raph, your cute and you know it!" I say, poking his nose.
"I'm not cute! Raphael Hamato can NOT be cute." He announces. "Mhm.." I roll my eyes. "It's true!" He yells. "Oh, yeah. Sure!" I lie. "Ugh.." He mutters something I can't hear, then stomps a few feet away.
"Hey! Mr. I'm Not Cute, I thought you were gonna teach me how to use these puppies!" I say, lifting up my hands. "Ugh, fine." He slumps over towards me then trips on Mikey's skateboard.
I laugh aloud. "Bwahahahahaha!!!" I cry. He jerks up off the ground then stares Mikey down. "MIKEY!!!" He yells, starting to chase Mikey. I fall back on my shell and kick my feet in the air.
It's to much! Hahaha! "Mrs. Jones?" Master Splinter asks. I put on a serious face then stand up. "Oh, nothing.." I say, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "Oh, good. I thought you were having a seizure." He says.
Then he walks off. Was I laughing that hard? Eh, doesn't matter. Then Raph chases Mikey into the room. I get in front of Raph before he grabs Mikey. He runs into me, and pushes me over in the process. "Calm down." I smile.
"But he-"
"Eh."
"And I-"
"Eh."
"And he just-"
"Eh?!"
"Then he was being a-"
"WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT THE WORD 'Eh'?!" I throw up my hands in the air. "Ugh.." he sighs. "Calm down." He does. "Thank you. Now, teach me the ways of your giant monstrous hands!" I laugh.
"Hey, that's hurtful!" He says, sarcastically. "I got 'em too!" I roll my eyes. He looks behind me at something, then nods. "Okaaaay.." He smirks. I raise an eyebrow but shrug.
He drags me into the kitchen then gives me a stack of dishes. "What are these for?" I ask. "Well, to get used to my hands, I threw these plates at things... And people..." he mutters the last part.
"Hey! Let's go throw these at Leo's door!" He insists. "Okay?" I guess there isn't any harm in this. Oh wait. Eh, I've been meaning to get Leo back anyway.
"Okay go!" He says, handing the plates to me. I shrug and start throwing them at the door, which is painted blue. I throw the last one then Leo bursts out the door. "What the heck?!" He yells.
"Raph told me to-" I look over at where Raph was once standing. "Yeah.. Mhm?" He grits his teeth. "He said it was practice to get used to my hands!" I whine. "That doesn't sound like Raph at all! Mikey, I can believe, but not Raph!" He complains.
"But I-" I get cut off. "Clean this mess... NOW!" He demands. Then he slams his door shut, shaking the ground. "Raph." I mutter. I stomp over to his room, banging on his door. "RAPHAEL HAMATO GET YOUR FAT BUTT OUT THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" I scream.
He slowly opens the door. "You should've seen your face! You got told off by Leo!" He cracks up. I take deep breath and say three words. "Revenge averts you." I say flatly.
I think I scared him enough. I love my life!