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"writing": "Raphael sighs slightly as he falls back into the chair, a small grin flickering across his face as he turns his attention upwards towards Casey who was still standing, rotating his shoulder and rubbing at his neck with his other hand. “Heh.. Not half bad Raph.. You’re getting a hella a lot stronger lately.” He says with a small grin. Raph laughs a bit, relaxing a good bit more himself as he looks over the Turtle. “Damn you beat me up pretty good this time too~” He laughs once more exhaling softly before looking Raph up and down once more. “So hey dude you got anything going on tonight?” The human asks, plopping down on the couch opposite of them, leaning forwards as he smirks to the turtle. “You see I kinda have a bit of a game later on today. Was wondering if you’d like to catch it?” Raph looks at Casey before turning his gaze upwards slightly.\n\n\n“Yeah I’d love to. Sadly don’t get much cable down here. So not really sure how that would work out.” He says with a groan and slight dismissive wave. Casey, tilts his head, raising his brow for a moment before laughing once more. Raph perks up at this, sitting up straight before leaning forwards. “Huh? What’s so funny?” He questions raising a brow and leaning forwards himself, staring at Casey who just rests his fist against his chin.\n\n\n“Cause dude I don’t mean watching it on TF or anything. I mean join me and come to the game you know?” He questions with a smirk. “So what you wanna come along, I’m sure you’d have a lot of fun watching it, and hey maybe I’d be able to get you in the ring to shoot a goal or something?” This time Raph is the one who laughs, going back to his more relaxed stance, sighing softly with a smirk of his own. Though he shakes his head softly.\n\n\n“Why? So you can embarrass me in your own ring?” He asks teasingly before leaning back and looking up towards the roof of their base once more. The smirk quickly turned into a slight frown. Looking back to Casey. “Well, as much as I would love to, I seriously doubt I’d be able to do anything to really get there.” He replies with another sigh. “Master Splinter has asked us to stay quiet and keep a low profile for now. Cause of well, everything that’s been going on.” He says with a wave of his hand. Casey nodded along. Knowing what he meant. The rise in crime, and the foot clan. It would make sense that they would have to stay low for awhile, especially if the public came to find out about the turtles. There was no way they would be able to hide with all the attention the “mysterious heroes” were getting out there. That certainly made things difficult.\n\n\n“Hmm.. Yeah I guess I can see that. You guys sure your disguise won’t work right now? I mean it has in the past, yeah?” Casey questions, swiping his baseball bat from nearby and resting his chin on it as he leaned forwards to listen to the turtle. Raph sighs, finally looking back down and at Casey, giving him a quick shake of his head.\n\n\n“Nah not really, there’s no way that’ll pass now, especially in a crowded, closed off place like that.” Raph replies with another shake of his head. “Sorry man, I'll take a look around and see if I can find anything I can use to safely get out and above ground. But yeah no real promises there and everything.” He replies with a shrug on his arms. Casey sighs but nods back, understanding as he gets his things together.\n\n\n“Well worth a shot yeah? I’ll see you around Raph~” With that he stands back up, giving a small huff. Making his way out he closes the door as Raphael gets up himself sighing. He understood the need to stay low for the time being, to protect himself and the others. But at the same time. He really wanted to just be able to go out again, explore the outside world and spend time with his allies. Though he had a good idea of where to start. The others were still out at the moment. Investigating a few leads he was still recovering from a previous fight, which was why he was still at the base, Sparring with Casey a bit to keep him up and in shape despite his rest. Making his way into his brothers’ rooms he starts to dig around, first checking out Mikey’s vast collection of human clothes. Digging through whatever he could find. Though of course none of them would actually fit, and even the ones he could get on did nothing to hide the shell on his back.\n\n\nLeo had pretty much nothing, and even Donny didn’t seem to have any kind of tech or anything to hide himself, he swore he’d have some kind of weird holographic disguise kit or something. He felt like there just had to be something he could use. Rubbing the back of his head he makes his way back out to the couch, sitting down and sighing softly. “Come on, ya gotta be kidding me.” He mutters softly to himself, his mind racing as he goes through various other possibilities. Though no matter how long he thought he still blanked, coming up with absolutely nothing. Laying back down on the couch he crosses his arms on his chest with a frown.. He was starting to feel tired. Despite all his training he could feel himself getting lethargic over time. He needed to rest up for just a bit then he would get back on his training grind. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Just a short nap to get himself together. Yawning softly he relaxes his body and slowly starts to drift off into sleep. All he can think about is how he wanted to go to Casey’s game no matter what.\n\n\nAs his eyes slowly start to open once more he starts to look around the room. He felt like it was darker than normal. Of course their sewer base wasn’t anything too bright. They had set up some flood lights in the main area but they usually kept it dim anyways though as he slowly stirred and began to awaken Raph started to look around. He was laying in a bed, in a room with closed blinds. He could see the light from outside seeping in through the cracks in the blinds. He was above ground? Where was he?\n\n\nEverything was so hazy, it was hard to think clearly and his body felt heavy and sluggish he could barely lift his arm. Though glancing over he noticed right away his skin felt oddly loose. Like it was stretchy and wrinkled all over. His shell felt weird as well, puffing out and swelling around his body as it began to shift and change around. Taking on a strange figure of a torso, a big bulky top that felt firm and slippy almost like hard plastic. His upper body on its own seemed to deflate. Flattening out as all of the inners of his body simply seem to slowly fade away. While he couldn’t see it a name stitches itself across his upper chest and across his bare back. “JONES” written in bold red text and below it would be a number familiar to him. One he would have seen before on the gear Casey wore when coming back from his hockey games. Something about all of what was happening felt oddly good. His mind felt so light, no worries in his head, just a strange emptiness. Something more fitting for an object than a person. The only thing in the back of his head was a want to be worn, to feel someone’s body on his own form. All of this while his legs began to deflate as well. Separating at the waist. A painless seam splitting apart his upper and lower halves as his feet soon separate as well. Turning into a pair of bulky shakes.\n\n\nNext his hands clench weakly one last time before separating from him, turning into a pair of rough gloves with rubber grips along the inside of it. The last change to wash across his body was his head. Once again separating from the rest of his form. Despite that he could still feel each and every inch of his body. Split among all the articles of clothing that they have been turned into. Of course he couldn’t move or control them, he had no control over his body, but he could still feel. As his head separates at the neck the back of his head begins to push inwards. Eyes forcibly narrowing and becoming hollow, his head lightly wobbling back and forth as his scales turn to plastic, forming into a proper hockey mask.\n\n\n“Alright, let’s go ahead and get ready. Don’t want to be late.” A voice comes from the otherside of the bedroom door. Opening up as Casey makes his way in. In the back of Raph’s “mind” he recognized that someone had entered, and with bubbling excitement he awaits to finally be worn. Casey reaching down, picking up the under guard gives it a few looks over, tilting his head. “Huh… Did one of the turtles leave this here?” He questions noticing the turtle shell like pattern alongside it. “Heh maybe Raph did so he wouldn’t feel so bad about missing the game.” He shakes his head slightly, still smiling as he slips it on. Grabbing the jersey and quickly getting it on as well. “Despite how he seems, dude’s a good guy.” He muses aloud getting on the gloves next.\n\n\nAs Casey put him on Raph quickly realized just how sweaty the man was. How soaked he was just from their sparring session, and while he had put on deodorant. It was obvious he hadn’t showered before the game. The salty, slick sweat soaked into Raph’s Jersey body. The feeling of which was almost blissful, being used thoroughly like this. Being used like a proper set of clothes. Those thoughts are only broken as Casey grips the edges of the gloves. Giving them a few firm tugs. A small huff leaves his mouth, giving it a few more squeezes until looking over to the hockey mask resting on the bed. It looked a lot like his own. Though there was a red bar across the eyes. One that almost looked like Raph’s mask. A small smirk appears on Casey’s face as he puts it over his face. Walking over to the mirror he gets a good look at himself in the mirror. \n\n\nOnce satisfied he starts to make his way out. Grabbing the rest of his gear as he made his way down the street to the game. The game itself went surprisingly well. He was truly in his element. He was worried early that not having his friend there would make things harder. But maybe it was Raph’s gift but he felt great throughout the entire game. Completely unaware that the turtle himself was with him all along. By the end of the game Raph was absolutely soaked in sweat. The white under arms of his body stained a light yellow. Drenched with Casey’s sweat. Anu remaining bits of his mind having slowly been ebbed away over time. Truly reduced to nothing more than a set of clothes. Casey’s new hockey gear. Taking his gear off he grabs his spare wear out of his locker before putting the suit in instead. Brushing his hair back he exhales softly. 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“Yeah I’d love to. Sadly don’t get much cable down here. So not really sure how that would work out.” He says with a groan and slight dismissive wave. Casey, tilts his head, raising his brow for a moment before laughing once more. Raph perks up at this, sitting up straight before leaning forwards. “Huh? What’s so funny?” He questions raising a brow and leaning forwards himself, staring at Casey who just rests his fist against his chin.
“Cause dude I don’t mean watching it on TF or anything. I mean join me and come to the game you know?” He questions with a smirk. “So what you wanna come along, I’m sure you’d have a lot of fun watching it, and hey maybe I’d be able to get you in the ring to shoot a goal or something?” This time Raph is the one who laughs, going back to his more relaxed stance, sighing softly with a smirk of his own. Though he shakes his head softly.
“Why? So you can embarrass me in your own ring?” He asks teasingly before leaning back and looking up towards the roof of their base once more. The smirk quickly turned into a slight frown. Looking back to Casey. “Well, as much as I would love to, I seriously doubt I’d be able to do anything to really get there.” He replies with another sigh. “Master Splinter has asked us to stay quiet and keep a low profile for now. Cause of well, everything that’s been going on.” He says with a wave of his hand. Casey nodded along. Knowing what he meant. The rise in crime, and the foot clan. It would make sense that they would have to stay low for awhile, especially if the public came to find out about the turtles. There was no way they would be able to hide with all the attention the “mysterious heroes” were getting out there. That certainly made things difficult.
“Hmm.. Yeah I guess I can see that. You guys sure your disguise won’t work right now? I mean it has in the past, yeah?” Casey questions, swiping his baseball bat from nearby and resting his chin on it as he leaned forwards to listen to the turtle. Raph sighs, finally looking back down and at Casey, giving him a quick shake of his head.
“Nah not really, there’s no way that’ll pass now, especially in a crowded, closed off place like that.” Raph replies with another shake of his head. “Sorry man, I'll take a look around and see if I can find anything I can use to safely get out and above ground. But yeah no real promises there and everything.” He replies with a shrug on his arms. Casey sighs but nods back, understanding as he gets his things together.
“Well worth a shot yeah? I’ll see you around Raph~” With that he stands back up, giving a small huff. Making his way out he closes the door as Raphael gets up himself sighing. He understood the need to stay low for the time being, to protect himself and the others. But at the same time. He really wanted to just be able to go out again, explore the outside world and spend time with his allies. Though he had a good idea of where to start. The others were still out at the moment. Investigating a few leads he was still recovering from a previous fight, which was why he was still at the base, Sparring with Casey a bit to keep him up and in shape despite his rest. Making his way into his brothers’ rooms he starts to dig around, first checking out Mikey’s vast collection of human clothes. Digging through whatever he could find. Though of course none of them would actually fit, and even the ones he could get on did nothing to hide the shell on his back.
Leo had pretty much nothing, and even Donny didn’t seem to have any kind of tech or anything to hide himself, he swore he’d have some kind of weird holographic disguise kit or something. He felt like there just had to be something he could use. Rubbing the back of his head he makes his way back out to the couch, sitting down and sighing softly. “Come on, ya gotta be kidding me.” He mutters softly to himself, his mind racing as he goes through various other possibilities. Though no matter how long he thought he still blanked, coming up with absolutely nothing. Laying back down on the couch he crosses his arms on his chest with a frown.. He was starting to feel tired. Despite all his training he could feel himself getting lethargic over time. He needed to rest up for just a bit then he would get back on his training grind. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Just a short nap to get himself together. Yawning softly he relaxes his body and slowly starts to drift off into sleep. All he can think about is how he wanted to go to Casey’s game no matter what.
As his eyes slowly start to open once more he starts to look around the room. He felt like it was darker than normal. Of course their sewer base wasn’t anything too bright. They had set up some flood lights in the main area but they usually kept it dim anyways though as he slowly stirred and began to awaken Raph started to look around. He was laying in a bed, in a room with closed blinds. He could see the light from outside seeping in through the cracks in the blinds. He was above ground? Where was he?
Everything was so hazy, it was hard to think clearly and his body felt heavy and sluggish he could barely lift his arm. Though glancing over he noticed right away his skin felt oddly loose. Like it was stretchy and wrinkled all over. His shell felt weird as well, puffing out and swelling around his body as it began to shift and change around. Taking on a strange figure of a torso, a big bulky top that felt firm and slippy almost like hard plastic. His upper body on its own seemed to deflate. Flattening out as all of the inners of his body simply seem to slowly fade away. While he couldn’t see it a name stitches itself across his upper chest and across his bare back. “JONES” written in bold red text and below it would be a number familiar to him. One he would have seen before on the gear Casey wore when coming back from his hockey games. Something about all of what was happening felt oddly good. His mind felt so light, no worries in his head, just a strange emptiness. Something more fitting for an object than a person. The only thing in the back of his head was a want to be worn, to feel someone’s body on his own form. All of this while his legs began to deflate as well. Separating at the waist. A painless seam splitting apart his upper and lower halves as his feet soon separate as well. Turning into a pair of bulky shakes.
Next his hands clench weakly one last time before separating from him, turning into a pair of rough gloves with rubber grips along the inside of it. The last change to wash across his body was his head. Once again separating from the rest of his form. Despite that he could still feel each and every inch of his body. Split among all the articles of clothing that they have been turned into. Of course he couldn’t move or control them, he had no control over his body, but he could still feel. As his head separates at the neck the back of his head begins to push inwards. Eyes forcibly narrowing and becoming hollow, his head lightly wobbling back and forth as his scales turn to plastic, forming into a proper hockey mask.
“Alright, let’s go ahead and get ready. Don’t want to be late.” A voice comes from the otherside of the bedroom door. Opening up as Casey makes his way in. In the back of Raph’s “mind” he recognized that someone had entered, and with bubbling excitement he awaits to finally be worn. Casey reaching down, picking up the under guard gives it a few looks over, tilting his head. “Huh… Did one of the turtles leave this here?” He questions noticing the turtle shell like pattern alongside it. “Heh maybe Raph did so he wouldn’t feel so bad about missing the game.” He shakes his head slightly, still smiling as he slips it on. Grabbing the jersey and quickly getting it on as well. “Despite how he seems, dude’s a good guy.” He muses aloud getting on the gloves next.
As Casey put him on Raph quickly realized just how sweaty the man was. How soaked he was just from their sparring session, and while he had put on deodorant. It was obvious he hadn’t showered before the game. The salty, slick sweat soaked into Raph’s Jersey body. The feeling of which was almost blissful, being used thoroughly like this. Being used like a proper set of clothes. Those thoughts are only broken as Casey grips the edges of the gloves. Giving them a few firm tugs. A small huff leaves his mouth, giving it a few more squeezes until looking over to the hockey mask resting on the bed. It looked a lot like his own. Though there was a red bar across the eyes. One that almost looked like Raph’s mask. A small smirk appears on Casey’s face as he puts it over his face. Walking over to the mirror he gets a good look at himself in the mirror.
Once satisfied he starts to make his way out. Grabbing the rest of his gear as he made his way down the street to the game. The game itself went surprisingly well. He was truly in his element. He was worried early that not having his friend there would make things harder. But maybe it was Raph’s gift but he felt great throughout the entire game. Completely unaware that the turtle himself was with him all along. By the end of the game Raph was absolutely soaked in sweat. The white under arms of his body stained a light yellow. Drenched with Casey’s sweat. Anu remaining bits of his mind having slowly been ebbed away over time. Truly reduced to nothing more than a set of clothes. Casey’s new hockey gear. Taking his gear off he grabs his spare wear out of his locker before putting the suit in instead. Brushing his hair back he exhales softly. Maybe that mask and under armor was just lucky, maybe it was the whole thing. Either way he would for sure be using that every game from now on. He’d have to thank Raph about it next time they sparred. But that could wait until later~",
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