This one came from a writing exercise that went wrong XD; I apologize for the brash updates.
TMNT, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Splinter © Mirage Studios
story © Turtlefreak121
Snippets
Sleepovers
7 Years Old
He felt the warmth of something against his shell and immediately grabbed a hold of the chubby arm as it had attempted to hold onto his waist. He released an irritated growl before spinning around to look at his brother.
"Go away, Mikey!" Raphael hissed as he scooted away from his brother. "This is my bed! Go sleep in yours!"
"Shuddup, Raph," moaned Leonardo from not too far off, still half asleep within his own bed.
"We're sleeping," Don yawned before turning over in his.
The only bed empty rested on the other end, its sheets swirled about and entangled like if a dog and cat had been fighting within them. Their resident was instead in front of the irate little turtle, grinning his one-tooth-amiss grin.
"Can't I sleep with you tonight, Raphie?" the youthful Michelangelo pleaded, his hands rubbing together. "I got scared. Please don't make me sleep alone!"
"We're in the same room!" the brother hissed in reply before shoving Mike to the floor and swooping up his blankets. "And this is my bed! So leave!"
With that, young Raphael curled his blankets and sheets around himself and buried himself into his mattress. His shell was abruptly turned to his young brother, surely that should have sent the signal that he wanted nothing to do with his nighttime fears.
Like usual, however, Mike was persistent.
The smaller turtle gently grabbed onto his brother's shell and whimpered.
"No, Mike!" he growled in reply. "Go to your own bed!"
"But we can have a sleepover!" Mike decreed as he climbed back onto the edge of the bed. "And it'll be lots of fun."
"I wanna just sleep," Raph snapped in retaliation.
"Please, Raphie?" Michelangelo whimpered yet again. "I can't sleep on my own—I'm really scared!"
There was a pause of silence before Raphael released a groan and scooted over, relinquishing a bit of his hold on his blankets. He muttered to himself as Michelangelo giddily leaped into the bed and buried himself within the covers.
Once more, he felt warm hands surround his waist but Raphael just sighed and let them be.
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