TMNT Holiday Drabbles:
MWHAHAHA! Yesturday was Friday the 13th! I hope your bad luck day went better than Raphs anyway. Enjoy and please review! Thanks to Sailor Ninja Turtle for being my first review!
Raph's Bad Day
"Ah damn!" Raphel cursed as the glass plate slipped from his three-fingered grasp and slipped to the floor with a shattering crash.
"What happened!" a blue masked turtle called from down the hall, concern lacing his voice.
"I dropped a damned plate!" he yelled back picking up the largers shards of glass that lay at his feet.
After another few minutes the floor was glass free but a disgruntled Raph continued to grumble under his breath. All day today bad things had been happening to him. He almost fell face first from the roof of a building, fell flat on his shell during training, and stubbed his toes on four separate occations which made him let loose a string of curses that had Master Splinter making do the dishes for the next week. Thus making way the shattered plate.
"So having a bad day there bro?" a sniggering voice said from behind him.
"Not now Mikey, I've already had enough to piss me off today and I don't need you to help," the red masked turtle shot back throwing the dripping cloth he had used to dry the plates onto the kitchen table, it slid to a stop right at the edge.
Mikey gave a laugh, "Dude you do know why you're having a crappy day right?".
Raph turned and looked at his brother suspisously, "I'm guess either cause of you bro, or cause God hates me,".
"No bro, it's Friday the 13th duh!" Michelangelo grinned.
"What ya mean like black cats, broken mirrors, and bad luck? Haha, I mighta seen some screwed up stuff bro but luck isn't one thing I believe in," Raphel sneered a mocking laugh bouncing around the tiny kitchen.
"Oh really? Then why don't you just prove it's not true then," Mikey dared and raised an eye ridge, leaning against the table.
Raph scowled, "How am I supposed ta prove it?"
The younger turtle just said nothing and continued to look at his brother expectingly. Raph rolled his eyes looking around the room until his eyes landed on the salt shaker that lay sat innocently on the table. With a flick he sent it tipping over so that hundreds of tiny white grains flowed onto the table. There was a moment of silence and Raph gave a laugh of triumph.
"See there, nothin' happened," Raph started forward to leave the kitchen.
But as he passed the table, about to punch Mikey on the shoulder his three-toed foot hit the accumulating puddle that was on the tiled floor. Apparently the wet cloth he had thrown was still soaked enough to drip it's contents for some unsuspectin fool to slip on.
There was a crack as the turtled landed on his shell looking up into the grinning face of his brother. His temper flared along with a growing sense of embarressment.
"This...doesn't...prove...a damn thing!"
"Okaaayy, whatever you say Raphy, whatever you say,".
