A/N: I do not own TMNT, I simply borrow for entertainment purposes! Or at least...what I hope is entertaining.
To my wonderful reviewers! You are Inspiration in physical form.
Also! I'm feeling a bit rusty...so lemme know how y'all think I'm doing.
As always, please enjoy.
It was an unusual sight really. And yet somehow not.
When you were one of five that made up a mutant family, these things weren't really so uncommon. Just unique and rather amusing. If one found these things amusing of course.
At the moment, Splinter was simply regretting the fact that he'd left his bedroom at all.
"Master Splinter!" Leonardo's tone was laced with embarrassment that he should be found in such a...predicament. A gob of pink goo dripped off of his elbow and he winced as it hit the floor.
Splinter hummed thoughtfully and let his eyes wander around the room. All four of his sons were covered in oozing, dripping, blubbery goo. Pink goo.
Michelangelo scooped some off of his cheek and rubbed it experimentally between his fingers while Raphael scowled at him, and Donatello's expression mirrored Leonardo's.
It wasn't just his sons that were covered in the stuff either. It literally dripped off furniture and walls. Splinter refused to look up, just in case it had ended up on the ceiling.
"I can explain," Leonardo said quickly, "I think..."
"No need," Splinter interrupted with a held up hand. "Is anything damaged or beyond repair?"
All three of the brothers turned to Donatello.
"I don't I think so..." he began. He glanced around the room quickly. "Nothing I wouldn't be able to fix anyway."
Splinter nodded and then proceeded to the kitchen where he brewed himself some tea. When he passed by the living room, his hands occupied with tray, teapot and teacup, none of them had moved.
"Master Splinter, let me." As Leonardo reached for the tray, another glob of goo dripped from his fingers and he shrunk back. "Perhaps I'd better not..."
"I think that's best," Splinter agreed.
"Sensei?"
"Yes, Michelangelo?"
"You're not angry?"
"I have no need to be. Nothing is broken, and you will clean up after yourselves I assume?"
"Of course, Master." Leonardo bowed slightly, and Splinter resisted the smile that arose when more pink ooze dripped from his chin.
"And you're not gonna ask what happened?"
Splinter looked thoughtful for a moment. "No, I'm not. The art of being wise...is knowing what to overlook." Then he left. He stopped just shy of the doorway. "By the way...I expect our home to be clean before I return to watch my stories."
As he closed his door behind him, Splinter heard, "way to open your big mouth shell-for-brains!"
And he smiled. Life was never dull with his boys around.