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[thesevencodes]

[The morning after this stunt, Leonardo thinks it fitting for karma to come and troll the hell out of Michelangelo and Raphael. He's rounded them up and dragged them out into the town square, quite aware of the head-splitting hangovers that they might be suffering, and is taking up the head in their daily training. It's a nice day out and he's

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[meanandgreen]

[Sorry, Leo. Raph can't hear you through the throbbing in his skull. He'll just sit there on the edge of the fountain, hunched over and cradling his aching head, trying to block out the light and your obnoxious screeching.

Have a grunt. If he could dare to open his eyes enough, there'd be a death glare for you, too.]

[nexuschamp]

[Mike, on the other hand, is more than willing to vocalize how completely unfair he believes Leonardo is behaving.]

Leeeeee-ohhhhhh, this is wrong. This is like...wronger than wrong. This is domestic abuse. I could file charges against you, I swear.

I could-

I'll die out here, and then you'll be stuck with Raph the whole time with nobody bright and sunny and all-around awesome to spend time with. And we both know you don't want that. So I'm just gonna head home now, and you can wake me up when you think I've learned my lesson. [About-face- yes, he actually does appear to be intent on returning to his comfortable bed.]

[thesevencodes]

[And Leonardo is now trying to hide how much enjoyment he's getting out of this. Unsuccessfully. He'll reach out and make a grab at Michelangelo's bandanna tails.]

You're not going to die. Come on, you just have to work it out of your system. [/bullshit]

[meanandgreen]

[He shows no intent on moving.] Mike. Shaddup. Both of you...shaddup.

[nexuschamp]

[The escape attempt was obviously a mistake in that the ensuing jerk when Leo snags his mask makes his headache about a billion times worse.

Mike takes the opportunity to just throw himself down, half-collapsed against the fountain, his mask still dangling in his brother's grasp and he sobbing into his arms as he hides his naked face from the cruel, burning sunlight.]

I- don't- WANT toooooo! [Anybody who's lived with him for more than a month would be able to tell that the tears are completely faked, but he tells himself that he would be able to put on a better show if he was feeling well.]

[thesevencodes]

[The cutest part is that Mikey thinks Leo isn't immune to this by now.]

Oh, come on. How are we supposed to get out of here if you guys can't even do a few flips?

[meanandgreen]

I'm gonna kill you both. [Simple as that.]

[nexuschamp]

I'm gonna kill myself. [Mike thumps a fist against the fountain, whining for all he's worth. That was a threat, Leo! It really was! He'll do it!]

[thesevencodes]

You'll just come back, you know.

[meanandgreen]

'Least it'd give me some peace.

[nexuschamp]

You guys are sadists. Seriously. Seriously. [It's pretty obvious that Leonardo is finding this more hilarious than pathetic, so Mike straightens with a dark, evil scowl -that's probably about as threatening as a growl from a Chihuahua- and snatches his mask back, sliding it over his eyes.]

I'm goin' home once I do the flips. I so am. There's no way you're gonna stop me, Leo, because I'm tired and this is wrong.

[thesevencodes]

[Oh, but it feels so right.]

Deal.

[meanandgreen]

Shit. [Guess he might as well join in.] After this, you are so dead.

[nexuschamp]

[Maybe if his head wasn't pounding, he would've put up more of a fight.

Maybe.

Either way Mike just cracks his neck -oh God that was a mistake- takes a little time to recover from that particularly stupid maneuver, and then proceeds to start his punishment.

One flip later he's stumbled over to a bench and thrown himself on it, trying desperately not to be sick and silently begging for the world to stop spinning and slamming his head repeatedly into the concrete. There is a low, pitiful groan, and little else.]

[thesevencodes]

[Pfft. Leo knows that it's going to be a while before Mike attempts that again, so he's not too worried. Still, he makes a waving gesture to indicate that they can take as long as they like in-between flips. Doesn't stop him from saying:]

One.

[meanandgreen]

One. [He lands and the whole Earth tilts. Ooh...there goes Mike.] T-two. [Deep breath.] T-three. [His knees buckle, and before he knows it, he's projectile vomiting straight into the fountain.]