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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]

[The sounds of Raph getting sick are not helping Mike stave off the urge at all, so he covers his ears and groans again.]

I hate you Leo...hate you so much...

[thesevencodes]

[Oh, jeez. We don't want to poison Luceti's fountain. Leonardo thinks they've learned their lesson.]

Okay, okay. You're off the hook. But next time you get drunk, I'm going to make you finish those thirty flips.

[meanandgreen]

Unngh...[He collapses against the fountain, arms wrapped around his stomach. He does not want to walk all the way back home. He'd rather die.] F-fuck you.

[nexuschamp]

[Now that he's off the hook, Mike is finding himself feeling considerably better. So after he takes a moment to keep his head from pounding, Mike sits up on the bench, the very picture of innocence.] Really? I can go?

[thesevencodes]

[Love you too, Raph. Leo is all smiles as he places a hand on Mikey's shoulder.]

Yep. Remember, do it again and you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

[meanandgreen]

[Raph scrapes himself off the ground with a groan, squaring his shoulders and lumbering straight toward Leo.] I'm goin' home. [And he shoulders past Leo, HARD.]

[nexuschamp]

[The pure, unadulterated RAEG pouring off of Raph is practically tangible enough to bathe in, but as usual Mike is unaffected. He watches his older brother storm off before turning to Leo and giving his best impression of a scout's honor with only two fingers to work with.]

You have my word, bro.

[thesevencodes]

[Yeah, Leo was expecting that. Raph's shell gets a half-sincere glare before the eldest turns back to Michelangelo.]

Good. Now go take a shower; you smell like Master Splinter whenever he gets wet.

[nexuschamp]

[Mike stands, stretching awkwardly and turning this way and that to crack his spine. Despite the fact that he was whining about being in so much pain he would literally expire just moments ago, he seems the very picture of health.] I'm not as bad as Raph! He probably smells like a hockey stadium by now.

[meanandgreen]

[Raph makes it about halfway home without his brothers catching up before he has to stop and dry heave into some bushes. Whatever he'd drank last night had killed his stomach and threatened to crack his head in two.

But he hadn't even noticed until Leo dragged him out of bed at the crack of dawn. He probably would've been fine if that asshole had just let him sleep. But noooo.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots his brothers approaching down the path and wishes he could get away. But there's no way he could run with his stomach insisting on clawing its way through his mouth.

To add insult to injury, Mike looks perfectly fine. He didn't drink half of what Raph did, and for some reason, that just really fucking pisses him off.

He gags once more and spits the taste out into the bushes.]

Why...do I always gotta be the stupid one?

[thesevencodes]

[...] You made a stupid decision.

It's not the same thing.

[meanandgreen]

Yeah, yeah. Let's just go home. [He straightens, looking much more collected, but puts a hand on his aching stomach.] Y'think they got Pepto in this place?