27th Shuriken ➣ [Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Three weeks. Three weeks in that shit-hole was too damn long. Not that Raph has any idea how long it's been. He lost track a long time ago. Now, he staggers home through the woods from his mallynap, worn, battered and bruised

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May 22

[i_speak_softly]

[After getting a couple hours of training in and eating a light lunch that included none of Mike's baked goods, Don settles on the couch opposite Raph with a book. He's just going to sit here and read for a bit.]

[meanandgreen]

[Okay, then it's a deal. He grabs the smoothie out of Mike's grip and takes a small sip. Stops. He can literally feel the cool liquid pooling in his gut.]

[the_mikester]

Awww, what a good widdle Waphie-boy! Eating up his shmoothie.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don may make inferior smoothies, but he gives way better rewards for drinking them. Putting his book down on the armrest, he slides to the floor to start picking apart the gauze on Raph's elbow.]

Don't rush, okay? Just drink what you can.

[meanandgreen]

[Well, he can't drink it now. He's too busy glaring at his bozo of a younger brother. But he holds still for Don best he can.]

When you're done with that, smack him for me, will ya?

[the_mikester]

Nyehehe!

[Mike runs away, laughing his head off. He's enjoying being out of your reach while you're couch-bound.

Though he'll be back with video games in a minute.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don makes a note of this request, and frees one hand to smack Mike as soon as the goofball is back in range.]

Anything else?

[meanandgreen]

[He suddenly goes a little sullen, that all too familiar tiredness seeping back into his eyes. Way to rub in the couch-bound thing, Mikey. It's freaking depressing how much he's missing just lying here.]

No.

[the_mikester]

Dun da da duh! [Mike returns to fanfare of his own making, holding aloft the Frankenconsole of Don's making.] Check it out, bro! I call Samus!

[i_speak_softly]

[Don glances at Mike, then focuses on finishing his work. In a moment the gauze is in a pile on the floor, and he seeks Raph's gaze before sliding the needle from his skin. He presses his thumb over the puncture just for a moment, then slaps a controller in Raph's hand and withdraws. Have fun, bro.]

[meanandgreen]

[Hey, easy, Don. That's still sore. His arm's bruised pretty beautifully, too; all purples and sickly shades of greenish yellow. But for now, the game snaps his attention away, though he still doesn't have his usual energy. Hell, it's rare he has any energy these days.

He balances his smoothie on his plastron and feels out the buttons of the controller.]

Whaddya mean you call Samus? I called him like last month.

[the_mikester]

[Mike busies himself putting the game together.] You just want Samus 'cause you think [muffled, could be he's or she's] hot.

[i_speak_softly]

[Just rerolling the gauze. You guys are such dorks.]

[meanandgreen]

[If they're dorks, Don is the king of dorks.]

Hey, I ain't the gay one here.

[He didn't mean for that to sound as insensitive as it did, but he's not really thinking all that clearly right now. Oh well.]

[the_mikester]

[Mike just cracks up; again, not at Don, just at Raph's ignorance. But Don can take it how he will.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has played enough video games with you that he knows what you're laughing at. He lets the comment slide and instead chooses to give their brother spoilers for a twenty-year-old video game.]

Raph, Samus is a girl.