How would the turtles react if they saw you drawing a picture and you wouldn’t show them the sketch book but they end up finding out that you were drawing a picture of them?
The fearless leader in blue would be so frickin flattered. Not only that, but the boy would be flat out impressed by your skills. He would be so in awe that so much talent could be in such a small creature.
Hothead in red would try to be all casual. “Hey look, ya ain’t half bad.” But inside, he would be so jittery. His crush actually took time out of their busy life to draw something amazing of him. Like dang, ya boy would be blown away.
The genius in purple would be so flustered. When he stumbled across your sketchbook on the table, a picture of himself sitting right on the front page, he could have sworn his glasses fogged up. No one could get a complete sentence out of him for like three hours.
The sweet summer child in orange would be over the moon. He’d squeal and just kind of externally explode, sipping Orange Crush as he flipped through your sketchbook. He tried to keep it quiet, but he couldn’t help bragging to his brothers just a little…or a lot.
Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart