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Raph sniffed again through his stuffed nose, finally recognizing the smell coming out of the pot. Chicken noodle soup. He grimaced. He never cared much for the stuff, even when he was sick. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Mikey had only made it on the account of Raph’s health. But honestly, Raph would rather just eat the pizza. Mikey heard Raph’s stuffy nose inhale and turned around. “Well, if it isn’t the walking dead,” he smiled. Raph rolled his eyes and subtly flicked a throwing star in Mikey’s directions, still annoyed with his behavior earlier. “Hey,” Mikey shouted dodging