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ANY WAY IS LOVE.
Though I personally support SK, RN, V1F and V2X.
London LoversThe hammer smacks against the nail drawing the two pieces of woods together. With a sigh, Roxas wipes the sweat from his forehead, the little blonde locks sticking there. The master had him making furniture and other stuff, but he guessed that's part of being an apprentice, you had to do what you were told and not ask many questions.London Lovers by ~VanitasRocks
"Roxas!" He turns to look where his master's voice was coming from.
"Yes sir?" He wipes the last drops of sweat from his hands off with a rag. His master walks into the workshop
"I need you to go down to Southwark and get me my shipment from Mary." Roxas nods, "She'll know what I need." He nods again, "Once you get that back, you can go home. We'll call it an early day." Roxas' eyes widen and a smile blooms across his face.
"Yes sir. I'll be right out!" He pulls off the apron covering his clothes before rushing out the door into the midsummer London air that he loved so much. The sun warms his skin, and the Thames' wind blows through his hair. L
...and was waaay drowsy. Like, I seriously could NOT keep my eyes open for ten seconds.
I decided to go to the Mikester's tumblr: the-mikeynator.tumblr.com/
So I could listen to his awesome playlist.
This was seriously the first song that came on: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p26kp…
Aaahh...now THAT is how to start your morning.
And end your day.
And do anything awesomely.
The ding of the oven shook April out of her thoughts and woke up her senses. The smell of vanilla wafted in the air and tickled her nose. The teenager smiled and inhaled the heavenly scent.
Putting a glove on, April opened the oven and took out the cake she had been slaving over for a few hours now. She let it cool, taking out frosting and a plate for the cake. Once it was cool enough, April set the cake onto the plate and began to decorate it.
Honestly, April wasn't much of a chef. She wasn't horrible at cooking, but left that to her dad and her aunt. But she was quite proud of herself for making the cake. Not only did it smell good, it looked good.
When April was done with frosting the cake, she smiled proudly to herself and picked up the plate. Allowing her feet to guide the way, the red head walk through the living room, past the dojo, the boys' rooms and didn't stop until she came to the entrance of Donatello's laboratory. The teenager shifted the wait of the plate into one hand a
TMNT-SupportDonatello paused outside of the green curtain, uncertainty building up inside of his stomach. He gulped and suddenly wondered if it had been a good idea to go there that night. After everything that had happened...The ninja sighed and finally opened the curtains a tad with hesitation.
Nothing. He pulled the curtains back more and poked his head into the makeshift room meant for the red head. Donatello knew he should give the girl her space...but after the run in with Karai that day...he had to make sure she was okay.
To the mutant's left, a futon had been pushed into the corner of the room, a single lamp giving the right amount of light sat beside white pillow. A hole in the ceiling where a street lamp from afar shot light through the hole and into the sewer. April's laptop was plugged into an extension chord and the place where her fan would be remained empty.
Donatello knitted his brow and crawled into the room, closing the curtain behind him. Her room was empty. No sign of