December 14th, Ornaments"Raph, we need to talk."December 14th, Ornaments by gokulex59
Green eyes seemed surprised as they turned to meet his. Michelangelo couldn't blame him, it was a sentence that was restricted to use on cardiac patients. Besides, Michelangelo rarely sounded really serious, like, once in two years or so; which probably would make Raphael get curious.
"Whazzat, Mikes?" Raphael asked, trying to sound more casual than his eyes reflected as he crashed an orb with Space Heroes logo on it – guess whose favorite decoration it was.
They were in the sewers, in a tunnel that had a dead end and woods protecting the entrance. The Hamatos had been using there as storage for a long while now. April had asked what kind of ornaments they had for Christmas; her mind was still busy with her 'perfect holiday' plans. Leonardo and Donatello had decided that Michelangelo needed to at least get out of the lair even if they still weren't sure about the topside; after all, he hadn't been to even sewers after the slider trip with Donatell
December 13th, Red, Green and Gold"Guys…" Donatello groaned with the heavy feeling under his plastron. "We need to do something about…" He hiccupped. "…this."December 13th, Red, Green and Gold by gokulex59
"Yeah, before-" Raphael burped. "Before all our muscles turn into elephant fat."
Leonardo mumbled something, but it wasn't understood due to the carpet he had pressed his face against blocking his voice. Poor guy didn't have enough empty space in his stomach to help him to get up; Donatello knew, because he was exactly in the same condition. Good thing he hadn't ended up facing the floor though.
"What was that, Leo?" Raphael asked.
Leonardo rolled up with a wail; he seemed in a real pain while doing that. "We could have, should have controlled ourselves. We are strong; we should have refused eating more."
"Well, you can start by dropping that donut in your hand," Donatello remarked the conflict between his brother's words and actions.
"No way." Leonardo quickly stuffed the donut in his mouth; even though he was gagging due to the windpipe he
December 12th, ChocolateIt was the third day of torture, and Michelangelo almost wanted to kill himself just for some action.December 12th, Chocolate by gokulex59
He wasn't allowed to go on patrol tonight. And he probably wasn't gonna be for a while. Damn that stupid wound. Raphael so owned him – but he would never mention it even as a joke, the hot-headed turtle seemed off around his little brother since that night although he always tried to hide it, and it saddened Michelangelo with a slight presence of annoyance.
April pulled a chair beside him. "So, Mikey… what's up?"
"All mutant turtles in New York except for me," Michelangelo answered without raising his head from the kitchen table he had been leaning his forehead on. "Donnie forbid me to go upside for whole week because of this stupid thing; and he said he'll 'think about it' after a week." He had used air quotes. "I am bored, April."
"Yeah, I know, you say that a lot recently. Like, six times an hour at least."
"Because I am bored."
"Mikey, do you have any idea how bad you are wo
December 11th, Stockings"Please, Donnie," Michelangelo begged. "I'm bored."December 11th, Stockings by gokulex59
Donatello rubbed his temple. "No, Mikey. You are still injured, and movements you do with your skateboard are likely to open your wound again."
"But I am the Michelangelo!" he argued. "The party dude, the hyper turtle! You can't expect me to stay like… this!" Michelangelo pointed at his body which was currently lying on the sofa with least amount of movements.
The older turtle sighed impatiently. "Mikey, you have a three-fingers-deep wound. You need time to completely heal, and if you want to be 'the hyper turtle' as soon as you can again, you must move as seldom as possible."
Michelangelo groaned. No matter what he did, it would take at least weeks!
"Then again, maybe if you move slow enough…"
"Slow?!" Michelangelo suddenly exclaimed, startling the taller turtle. "It is even worse than not moving at all!"
"Then don't move at all!" Donatello's voice was raised before he took a breath in to calm down.