AN: Heya Everyone! Its Tauni! I know I have not posted anything on this account for awhile but hey, HERE I AM! I have been busy writing colab stories on my other account 'crackernchinkinc' so go check those out as well, I have a oneshot on that account that everyone seems to enjoy!
This topic is mostly an outlet for my muse, so I hope that I entertain you as much as I entertained myself!
Disclaimer: For this WHOLE topic - I do NOT own the turtles. I own the first and newest movie and this awesome candy thing that has Mikeys head on it. But thats it.
Strangled moans carried softly from the kitchen, strained complaints from a certain someone. With an overly huge sigh Don put down his headset, taking a five minute break from the freaks that didn't know how to double click a simple button, and headed towards the sounds. He found himself slightly curious of the reasons behind the sounds, yet was more than slightly apprehensive if he really wanted to know, for the turtle behind the sounds was one that you hardly ever wanted to know his way of thinking.
Sure enough, there was Mikey, shell turned towards the door that Donatello had just passed through. His sea green shoulders were strained and a faint vein was popping up on his neck as he pulled or pushed at something in front of him, the fact that one shoulder was raised slightly higher than the other suggested that he was twisting something, but it was hard to tell from this angle.
"…Mikey?" He questioned after a few moments when it became apparent that the youngest had not noticed him. Within the span of a second the orange banded turtle twisted around, eyes wide as if hiding something (which only interested Don further) and his hands shoot downwards, covering whatever he was previously struggling with as it was held under the heavily scarred table.
"Oh, heh. Heya Donny…" Mike said, looking everywhere except at Don, eyes lingering on one place for three seconds tops before darting elsewhere.
"… Whats going on…?" Don asked cautiously. He slowly walked around the table, looking lax but ready to dash forward at a moment's notice. Mikey was certainly hiding something, but what?
"Just, yanno, getting somethin' to munch on…" It seemed that Mike was going to pull the 'Playing it Cool' card. Oh, Michelangelo, two people can play this game…
"What did you find?"
"Just some toast and, uhh, jam."
Now that Don looked he could indeed see two pieces of bread in the toaster, already toasted and, by some miracle, the toaster still in a working condition. "Did we run out jam?" He could've sworn that they had gotten a new bottle two days ago, was it already gone?
"No, no. We got jam." Mike smiled a tight, small smile, one that 'I did it but I swear I'm innocent. Don't. Hurt. Me.' This, of course, only propelled Don forward in his questioning.
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
Mike moaned and finally revealed what was gripped in his hand, resting it lightly on the kitchen top but not letting it go. A half empty strawberry jam filled jar. "It won't open…" His voice was that signature Mikey Whine. With a defeated sigh he lifted the jar again and gripped the top, twisting his hand and wincing at how his hand moved but the lip did nothing, causing his skin to be painfully pinched.
Donny hid a smile and stepped forward, his hand thrusted forward, silently asking for the jar. Mikey sighed, obviously not sure if he wanted to admit to surrender the jar just yet, but after Don raised his eyebrows and put his free hand on his hip he caved and gave the jar to his brother.
With a sly smile Don twisted and the jar cap opened with a loud 'Pop!' and he pushed the jar back into Mikes hands, wondering if he should press Mikey's jaw back in place as it hung open, but decided against it.
"How… H-How did you DO that?!" Mikey finally got out after he got his tongue to work, stuttered over the words in his amazement.
"Mikey... How many times do I have to tell you?" Don sighed, rubbing his forehead in an exasperated way, "Righty tighty, lefty loosy!"