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You are hereby thought to be the most senseless and fit man of the Watch

Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michaelangelo
Date: June 5 and after
Location: Leo and Don's suite in the Metal Sector
Situation: Testing out this lantern business
Warnings/Rating: None

After the initial visit, Raph and Mike had managed to stay in their own suite for an entire day before drifting back to Leo and Don's building. Don had certainly been glad to see them again - the place didn't feel right without them - but his enthusiasm for the situation waned sharply when it became clear they didn't plan to leave.

It's not their continued presence that Don has a problem with. It's the whole business with their souls being bound to lanterns, and the strongly-worded advice - delivered just days ago - that they not stay away from their lanterns for too long.

In calm but certain terms, Don suggests that Raph and Mike go reunite body and soul for a little while. No one listens to him. Mike seems determined to put a shell-groove in another couch, while Raph simply claims territory in his own inimitable style.

By the third morning, Raph and Mike are decidedly sluggish, and Don appeals to Leo to put an end to this reckless - if extremely intriguing - experiment.

"I think we should take them home," he says, despite Mike and Raph's increasingly-incoherent insistence that they want to stay. "Whatever they're trying to prove, it's not worth it."

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"He's fine," Raph drawls muzzily, grabbing Mike by the shoulder and giving him a rough shake. "C'mon. You just need some fresh air."

Because that'll cure it. They just gotta go outside and clear their heads and everything will be fine.

Raph's shake pushes Mike's face directly into the hand Don had been using to test his cousin's reflexes.

"...ow, dude! that was my eye!"

At first it looks like he's bringing his hands up into a defensive position, but...that idea goes right out the window when instead he uses the backs of his knuckles to rub at his face. An action that makes him look like an overtired toddler.

The yawn that follows doesn't really help.

"...g'away. stop poking at me."

That's slightly encouraging, at least. Don sits back on his heels and puts his hands in his lap, not wanting to accidentally poke anybody anywhere else.

"I don't know, Leo. Maybe they do just need some air."

"They'll get plenty of it on the way home," Leo points out, apparently unwilling to put this up for debate. "We're leaving now. Before the sun gets any higher."

He punctuates the order by ducking to take Raph's arm and pull it across his shoulders, then making an attempt to haul his weight off of the couch. It's been a while since he's had to exert any sort of authority like this, but the steady decline in Raphael and Michaelangelo's health alarms him greatly - in no small part due to his own aggravation over the lanterns.

The minute Leo goes to touch him, Raph's shoving him away, getting up without any problem on his own.

"Would you get off me!? We're fine! Can't a guy take a nap in peace?" He snaps, putting himself just out of arm's reach of either of his overbearing brothers. "Me and Mike are just gonna go outside, get some fresh air, and everything's gonna be fine. Right, Mike?"

His glare says it all. You better get your butt off that couch now before he's got anything else to say about it.

Mike whines again.

"But outside is so far, Raph," he says smooshing himself deeper into the couch. "And the couch is so close. Close and comfy. Close and comfy and..."

He brings his best pout to the table, and levels the full force of it at his cousin.

Look, Raph. Look how comfy he is.
You don't really want him to have to move, do you?

Don is more than familiar with Leo's "no arguments" tone, and he's not about to ask any more questions. He's also not going to deal with Raph's misdirected outbursts when Leo is so good at handling that sort of thing.

"Come on, Mike," he says, giving his cousin's elbow a little shake. "Your couch is comfy too. It wants you to come back now."

Leo just manages not to growl at Raph's quick shove. As it is, he doesn't give any ground, but he doesn't go after his brother either - he'll just tire him out more quickly and end up having to drag dead weight home.

"Fresh air isn't going to solve anything. Do you really think it's a coincidence that you two just happen to be like this after spending time away from your lanterns?"

That outburst alone is all the energy Raph had on reserves, and he's already having a hard time keeping track of the situation. His head hurts, and it's like his brain won't keep up. But still, he's too determined to beat this and do whatever he wants. He's not gonna let some stupid lantern tell him when and when he can't see his brothers.

"I said we're fine. So maybe we're a little tired. So what?" He insists with yet another pointed glare. "That ain't enough of a reason to call it quits."

Edited 2014-06-30 07:04 (UTC)

"Yes," says Mike to Leo's question. "Yes I do. It could be anything. We could just be sleepy, or maybe we had too big a lunch, or perhaps it's you guys who are sleepy and are projecting this onto us."

SO much logic, so little energy. Mike only just barely gets through that whole bit of reasoning before having to yawn.

Edited 2014-07-02 02:28 (UTC)

Not buying it, Mike, given that you've done hardly anything but sleep for the past day and a half.

With a "nice try" look at Mike, Don gets up and pads out of the room. While Leo persuades their brother and cousin to get moving, he'll just pack a few things for the trip over to the Water sector.

"This isn't up for debate," Leo growls, and there's a thread of harshness in it now that he'd kept veiled up to this point. He takes a step closer to Raph, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Maybe you want to keep up the tough act, but Mike can't take much more of this. I'm not letting you two put yourselves in danger just because you're being stubborn!"

Normally, this kind of thing would send Raph's temper right off the deep end. But this time, there is that indignant swell of rage blooming in his gut. There is that feeling like he's fighting every inch of his body to keep himself from just punching Leo in the face. But the usual fire just isn't there.

"I can do what I want, Leo," he growls lowly, shoving his hand away. "Bein' tired is not puttin' us in danger. It ain't enough of a reason."

Leo hardly reacts to that second shove; he simply clenches his fist and steels it at his side, a few more lines creasing around the glare directed towards his brother.

"What is enough of a reason, Raph? Do you want us to wait until you're passed out on the floor and we have to drag you back?" The question is hard with sarcasm, but to Leonardo, it's quickly becoming a viable option. If Raph is really going to fight him the whole way on this... his hot head is going to be the end of him.

"I'm still standing, aren't I?" He says, at the same time wishing it wasn't true. He feels too tired to even stay on his own two feet, but he can't let that show.

As if it wasn't obvious enough. It's the only reason he isn't yelling right now. And the drawn look on his face isn't easy to miss, either. His color's just a shade off, and his eyes look dark and sunken. Not quite focused.

"We don't even know what's gonna happen, and there's only one way we're gonna find out."

"Raph's right," Mike says mustering up enough momentum to roll over so his back is to his arguing cousins.

"For science."

"C'mon, Mikey, you're comin' with me," he growls, grabbing his cousin by the elbow, about to drag him bodily off the couch. "Move your shell before I move it for you."

Mike waggles his shell back and forth a grand total of three times, and then stops moving.

Raph is too freakin' tired to deal with this crud, but he'll pick Mike up and carry him out if it could help prove a point. So he grabs Mike by the arm and shell and hauls him off the couch whether he likes it or not. If that's not enough to get him moving, Mike's gonna end up sleeping on the floor. "I said move it!"

"Raphael!" Leo barks, moving to grip his brother's shoulder - hard - and push Mike back at the same time. It's half a test to see whether Raph has enough strength to shake him off, half trying to reign him in before he gets even more forceful against Mike. "That's enough. Cool it."

If tones are anything to go by, his well of patience is very nearly tapped out.

With his nerves frayed to nothing from exhaustion, he lets go of Mike and lashes out at Leo without even thinking first. The wild punch aimed right at his brother's face doesn't even a hint at holding back. It's like he'd forgotten Leo was there at all, and someone had just grabbed him out of nowhere. It wasn't until he actually saw Leo standing there that his brain caught up, his eyes wide with shock.

Raph has the tendency to telegraph his punches when he gets too riled up, and with exhaustion already making him sloppy, Leo sees that fist coming a mile away. He sharply jerks into a sidestep, one arm reflexively coming up to block the punch - which still smarts, weakened or not, and he's glad it didn't meet its mark in his face.

Then his brain catches up a moment later, and hot irritation roils in his stomach as he grapples the arm and attempts to twist his brother into an elbow lock.

There's a small grunt of displeasure from Mike when he feel's his cousin's hand on his shoulder. This is going to hurt, because Mike really doesn't want to move, and clearly everyone wants him to. But...but his whole body is just heavy. It's worse than any day-after-training he's ever experienced. Just...so tired.

Mike prepares to be deadweight in an effort to dissuade his cousin from lifting him, with the idea that once he's up he'll help with a Ta Daa, but that moment doesn't come. Suddenly there's Leo talking and then Raph's hand is gone and...

and...

...oh no.

"Raph, no."
Even under all the lurgy there's panic to Mike's tone. It takes so much effort to roll back and into a sitting position.

"Don't touch me!" Raph yells, struggling against Leo's grip. He's so tired his head is spinning from the effort, but he can't think of anything else to do.

Now Mike's up. Of course he's up. But it's all over now, isn't it? Nobody cares. Now they'll have to go back to their suite and let them split his family up. Let them win. There's gonna be no convincing Leo now, but he's gotta keep fighting for this. He has to.

Mike is ruining everything. If he'd just gotten up when he told him to. But no. Of course not. Why would anyone listen to him!?

With every passing second, anger flairs hotter and hotter through his veins, makes his breath quick and his heart race. And he wants to hit Mike. He wants to strangle the life out of him for screwing this up.

"You can't even try to listen to me!?" He screams at Mike, emotion making his voice waver. "You don't think I'm tired too!?"

His face scrunches up, as if by squinting his eyes the volume of Raph's voice will lower. Raph is okay. Leo has him. Situation normal, all fucked up.

"I am listening, Raph. Just...just give me a couple to get moving, okay? And then we can go outside. We can go where ever you want to go. Anything you want, we can do. Okay? I just need...a sec."

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