Timeout
"Hey Raphie!" Michelangelo tip- toed up to his brother, who was currently in a time- out session. Apparently, throwing crayons at someone was frowned on in this establishment, even if they were being annoying as heck.
Raphael glared at him. "Leave me alone."
"But Raphie-"
"Don't call me 'dat."
"After you stop being a naughty turtle, do you want to play Candyland© with us big turtles?"
"Why would I want to play with you snitches?" he turned away from Mikey, pouting slightly as he remembered his predicament.
"Because we're big turtles, and everyone wants to play with us."
"NO," he scowled. "Go away."
"But Raphie,-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he yelled, already have forgotten the rules of time-out.
The Rules of Timeout
No yelling, screaming, talking without permission
No playing
No moving from where Splinter put you
No eating, that means you Michelangelo
No unnecessary noises
"Raphael! Why are you yelling?" Splinter walked into the room, looking as stern as ever. He answered with attitude, nonetheless.
"Cause Mikey was buggin' me!"
"So you lost your temper?"
"Uh…no?" he tried.
Splinter was not fooled. "Say it Raphael."
"But-"the short glare given by his father was enough to make him comply.
"I lost my temper and it didn't help the given situation…" he mumbled, arms crossed while facing the wall.
"And, Raphael?"
"AND I'm sorry Mikey."
"Now, you need to finish your timeout. Five more minutes." Raphael grumbled his dislike.
"Oh, and Michelangelo?"
"Yes, sensei?"
"Please stop 'bugging' your brother."
"Yes sensei," He bowed sloppily. "Bye- bye Raphie!" Raphael growled as his brother skipped away.
"Sensei?" Raphael turned around slightly.
"Yes, my son?"
"How many more minutes NOW?"
"Still five, my son." A mighty groan was heard.