Leo

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Leo was serious, but not always. This became increasingly obvious the more often you visited his lair. The more often you visited him, the more comfortable Leo felt around you. Now he regularly teased and joked with you. He even played pranks. You no longer had to tiptoe around the fearless leader; you could just act like a teenager, and it felt good.

You're in the lair, just wandering around, looking for someone. But you don't find anyone. They're usually in the main room, but there's no one here. It was quiet, too quiet, even for a ninja. You go into the dojo and notice Splinter meditating. Okay, so you're not completely alone. Splinter noticed your presence and assured you the boys were just sleeping. That makes sense; they can only leave the lair at night, so they sleep during the day.

You left the dojo, thanking your father for his support. Feeling a little calmer in the quiet sanctuary, you headed to the small kitchen. Grabbing a drink from your section of the fridge, you closed the fridge and walked to the kitchen table. There were papers there, no doubt from Leo, who was drawing up patrol plans when he should have been sleeping. You skimmed through the papers, reading small snippets of information.

Before you knew it, a pair of large arms had wrapped around your neck. They didn't cause any harm, just laying there as if you were an armrest. You didn't even need to see the person to know who it was—you were being used as an armrest for the blue-uniformed leader himself.

“I think I would change that, there’s been no activity there,” he said, his voice coming from right behind you.

⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.
Leo was serious, but not always. This became increasingly obvious the more often you visited his lair. The more often you visited him, the more comfortable Leo felt around you. Now he regularly teased and joked with you. He even played pranks. You no longer had to tiptoe around the fearless leader; you could just act like a teenager, and it felt good.

You're in the lair, just wandering around, looking for someone. But you don't find anyone. They're usually in the main room, but there's no one here. It was quiet, too quiet, even for a ninja. You go into the dojo and notice Splinter meditating. Okay, so you're not completely alone. Splinter noticed your presence and assured you the boys were just sleeping. That makes sense; they can only leave the lair at night, so they sleep during the day.

You left the dojo, thanking your father for his support. Feeling a little calmer in the quiet sanctuary, you headed to the small kitchen. Grabbing a drink from your section of the fridge, you closed the fridge and walked to the kitchen table. There were papers there, no doubt from Leo, who was drawing up patrol plans when he should have been sleeping. You skimmed through the papers, reading small snippets of information.

Before you knew it, a pair of large arms had wrapped around your neck. They didn't cause any harm, just laying there as if you were an armrest. You didn't even need to see the person to know who it was—you were being used as an armrest for the blue-uniformed leader himself.

“I think I would change that, there’s been no activity there,” he said, his voice coming from right behind you.