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Otōto= little brother

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Chapter Nine: Casts and Shuriken


Now, I'm not trying to brag here, but if it sounds like it, I apologize (not really/maybe/kinda).

But, when you're New York's new favorite vigilante, it's really hard not to brag.

That's right! Ever since that first time I went topside and beat up those bad guys, I've been over the news. One night when I didn't feel like going topside I stayed home and watched TV. I had been surfing the channels and stopped on the news channel when I saw the captions "BLACK RIDER". Apparently it was a re-run from a few weeks ago. It was actually the night I saved that old man. You have no idea how that made my day.

Last week I tripped over Mikey's skateboard and twisted my ankle pretty badly, bruised my leg, and dislocated my kneecap.

NOT FUN!

And I'll admit, I might have cried just a little bit when Donnie relocated the kneecap. But just a little. Now I have a cast on my right leg, and a clunky knee brace on my kneecap on top of the cast, and Leo restricted me to bedroom arrest. I'm not allowed to leave my room at all. For anything. If I want something, I have to yell, or text my brothers on my T-Phone.

It totally sucks! Staying in my room before I became Black Rider was one thing, because at least I could move around and stuff, but being stuck on my bed, in my room, with no company whatsoever is a whooooooole new ball game! And I can't even go topside!

Heck, I can't even text Casey! The idiot got himself grounded because he failed a trigonometry test. Again. That guy really needs a tutor.

Ahem, as I was saying, Donnie doesn't want anyone going into my room besides himself and Master Splinter since apparently 'it will take me longer to heal' and all that shit.

Someone knocked on the door.

Oh, my gosh, a person! Someone to talk with! At this point I don't really care if it's the Shredder himself, I just need someone to socialize with!

I looked up from the comic book Mikey let me borrow.

"Come in," I called. The door opened and Mikey walked in (good, at least it's not Shredder), holding a stack of comics and looking like a kicked puppy.

Aww not again! Poor guy's feeling guilty again, and that makes me feel guilty! He thinks it's his fault for not moving his skateboard out of the way after Leo told him to, and since he didn't, I tripped over it and paid the price. I would never say this out loud, but I agree a little bit that it kinda was his fault.

Shell, now I feel guilty for thinking that!

"I brought you some more comics…" he said meekly, heading over to my bed and placing them on my bedstand, letting his eyes wonder everywhere but me. More specifically, my leg. "Need anything else?"

Yes, to please stop making me feel bad for making you feel guilty. But, because you're my baby brother, though you act like the older brother out of the both of us most of the time, I can't tell you that bluntly.

"I-" I started to sit up straighter, but a sharp jab of pain rushed down to my relocated kneecap. I tried not to make Mikey worry anymore, but a small gasp of pain went past my lips.

"What happened?!" Mikey immediately asked, pushing me back down on my bed and grabbing my pillow. He started fluffing it and then he smacked his hand on my forehead. "Do you have a fever? Does your leg hurt?! Are you gonna have a leg spasm?! Is your knee dislocated again?! Oh shell do I need to get Donnie?!"

"No," I said firmly, pushing my brother's hand off my face. "No more Donnie. I'm fine, and if you love me, you won't get him and his mother-hening."

I've spent way too much time with Donnie these past few days, and it's driving me crazy. For hours on end he'll be lecturing me about not moving so much, resting, not poking my cast or the knee brace, blah, blah, blah.

"But are you in pain?!" Mikey cried again, shaking my shoulders. "Tell me the truth man!"

"I'm not in pain!" I lied quickly, shaking my head and sighing in relief when he let go of me. That guy has a killer grip when he's worried. "I was just kinda upset that I can't leave my room."

"Oh." Michelangelo sighed. He gave me a look full of pity and guilt before turning away and looking at the wall opposite of my bed. "So…you don't need anything?"

"Besides a pass to watch TV in the living room, then no." I sighed tiredly. I glanced at the bedstand and looked at the comics and picked one up, leafing through it without really looking. "But thanks for the comics."

"Anytime." Mikey looked depressed, and it bothered me. He was supposed to be the happy one, and I ruined it by not looking where I was going. My orange-clad brother got up and headed for the door. "Donnie said he'll be coming back in a little to give you some painkillers."

I nodded solemnly. "Thanks." I shut my eyes and rubbed my face.

Why did it always have to be my fault? Why did I have to be the one who killed Mikey's feelings? The one who caused Donnie and Leo more stress, and Raph-

Actually…I don't think Raph's the most concerned about this.

He was just as freaked out as the others when I sprained my ankle, but once he realized I wasn't going to like, die or anything, he went back to normal. In fact…he's actually been more of a douchbag to me now that I think about it.

Apparently when I'm hurt, another of Donnie's orders to everyone are to get what I want, when I want. So I asked Raph when he came in my room to check on me if he could hand me a book from my bedstand, which Donnie had accidently moved a little too far away from my bed. I couldn't reach it, and Raph wasn't really doing anything. But all he said was,

"You have arms, so use 'em moron." With that he left the room and slammed the door, leaving me slightly confused. I tried to do it myself because I didn't want to bother the others, and that didn't really work so well. With my hurt leg positioned on top of various pillows, it was easy for it to move around. So when I twisted my torso as best I could in bed, and strained out my arm to read the book, I felt my cast slide off the mountain of pillows, and I immediately stopped reaching out for the bedstand so that I could position my leg better before it started hurting. I wasn't fast enough. I felt a stinging burn on my kneecap and tried not to hiss in pain as I started yelling for Donnie or Splinter.

I got Raph instead. I watched him come in, slam the door, and stalked over to my bed. The first thing he did was slap me upside the head like he did to Mikey.

That part was shocking. It didn't hurt so much, but he hit me! That's the very first time he's ever done that in my entire life! Usually, my brothers were always scared of hitting me for what my reaction might be, even if it was playful! Apparently hitting a disabled turtle is a worse sin than breaking Splinter's fine china cups. And that is SAYING SOMETHING. You do not want to mess with that man's cups!

Anyways, I was still stunned while Raph started moving my leg to reposition it and started talking about something.

"Sebastian?" I remember Raph saying, waving a hand in front of my face. "Sebastian?"

"W-What?" I snapped out of it and stared at him blankly. "What'd you say?"

"What happened?"

"Um…I tried to get the book…and that didn't work."

Raph sighed and rubbed his face. "Why?"

"Cause I was bored!" I crossed my arms and pouted. "And you weren't very helpful."

"Show me how you tried to get the book." Raph ordered. I blinked at him. "Show me."

"Umm, ok." I repeated the steps in how I messed up, and when I extended my arm to reach out, Raph grabbed it and pushed me back.

"And that's where you screwed up."

"Eh?"

"You see when you move your arm to get the book?"

"Yeah…"

"What are you doing with your other arm?"

I realized that I was where I went wrong. My left arm was flopping around in the air and not grabbing onto anything. If I had strained the other arm any further then I would've fallen off the bed.

"Oh." I said. I tried again, this time grabbing onto the top bed frame of the bed to stabilize me. I glanced at Raph for his approval, and when he nodded I started extending my arm. It was a good improvement. My cast wasn't flopping around, and I didn't start falling off the bed. But I still couldn't reach it. After spending a good five minutes flopping around my wrist trying to reach the block of wood holding the book I wanted. I sighed in surrender and sighed at Raph.

"Dude, I still can't reach it!"

Raph was leaning on the wall watching me in amusement. "I know."

"What am I doing wrong?"

"Nothing. Your arm's just too short."

"What?" I glared at him. "You just made me do that for nothing?"

"No," he answered, starting to walk towards the door. "There's a reason, you'll just have to figure it out on your own." He closed the door.

I still am trying to figure out what he meant, but since I'm occupied with Mikey's feelings right now, I'll just let that slide.

"If this is what human teenagers deal with," I sighed. "Then I'm happy with being a mutant."

"You are?" I whipped my head towards whoever said that, which just turned out to be Donatello. He was holding a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

"Yeah."

"Are you ready for the painkillers?" he asked, shaking the bottle.

"I guess. Are these the ones that make me whacko and tired?"

Oh god those painkillers were awful. I felt all numb and tired, and weird.

"Nah," Donnie said, taking out a few small white pills in his open palm. He handed me the pills and water. "They're the regular kind. These should hold you off for a few hours."

"Thanks." I swallowed them and handed him the empty glass.

"I just talked to Mikey." Donnie said, placing the glass on the bedstand.

"Oh no…" I moaned. What if I got another lecture, this time for making Mikey upset? It's not like I tried to trip over his skateboard! "And?"

"He wanted to know if you could be moved to the living room instead."

"Wait what?" I cried happily. "And?!"

"I guess it would be a better idea." Donnie considered. "We could keep a better watch on you, and you wouldn't be bored."

"SO I GET TO LEAVE THIS PLACE?!"

SOCIALIZING HERE I COME!

"Yes," my brother nodded, taking in my expressions with amusement.

"Then what are we waiting for?!"

I waited awhile. First, we had to wait for the painkillers to kick in so I couldn't feel anything, then we had to move me carefully in the wheelchair so my kneecap wouldn't dislocate again, and then Donnie called in Leo to make the couch more comfortable for my leg. I felt really spoiled…but it was totally worth it. I finally had the TV to myself, and I just wanted to hang out with my brothers.

Unfortunately, they had training right afterwards.

"What?" I asked Mikey in disbelief after he put down his video game and turned off the game system. "You're kidding me!"

"No can do dude," Mikey sighed, patting my shoulder. He still looked pretty depressed. "I don't make the rules."

"How long is training today?"

"Pretty short. Just kata and sparring."

That shouldn't be so bad. They usually finish in maybe two hours?

"Alright. See you later then." I grabbed the remote and flipped on to a Space Heroes marathon. I frowned and flipped to another channel on sharks. I watched Mikey slouch and stalk towards the dojo. Alright, that settles it.

"Mikey?" I said in Japanese. He turned around and glanced at me. I looked around and saw that we were alone. The others must already be in the dojo. "It's not your fault otōto."

"Yeah it is!" Mikey suddenly cried. "If I hadn't left my skateboard then you wouldn't have been hurt!"

"It's my own fault for not watching where I was going! If I had been more careful, then I wouldn't have tripped. I'm the one that needs to be more careful, not you guys."

"But we're your older brothers," he sighed, walking back over to me and sitting on the couch. "We have to watch out for you."

"First of all, I'm older than you, and second; you guys won't be able to watch out for me all my life. One day, we're going to leave the nest. You guys are already on your way to doing this, and I'm still stuck here. I can take care of myself Mikey."

My brother was quiet for so long that I was worried that I'd been too harsh and made it worse. I turned my head away from him. After another moment I heard sniffling. Cringing, I turned around slowly and saw Mikey with his head bowed. Tears strolled down his freckled cheeks and fell on his clenched fists.

"I know," he whimpered. "B-But I can't help it."

"I know otōto. I know. But remember, I also have the others, so it's not just you that needs to be worried about me."

"MIKEY!" Raph's voice suddenly shouted from the dojo, making the pair of us jump…well not me but you get the point. "MIKEY GET IN HERE!"

"See?" I said, this time in English. "Raph's worried about you-"

"SPLINTER SAYS IF YOU DON'T GET IN HERE THEN YOU GOTTA DO FLIPS!"

"Or maybe not. But he still would worry."

"Yeah…" Mikey rubbing his tears away and looked at me. "So you're not mad?"

"Or course not! Why do you think I got all mushy?"

"I MEAN IT MIKEY!" Raph yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"You should go, he sounds like he means it."

Mikey nodded and grinned. He got up and held up his fist. I bumped it and did the exploding noise with him. I grinned back.

"April's coming later." he said before leaving as Raph starting yelling again.

I'm still a little miffed about what happened with April and me. I've tried not to show it when she's here, and I keep wondering if she's suddenly gonna pop out and apologize. Maybe when she sees my cast and kicked puppy face she'll say sorry.

I know.

I am a suck up at times.

I turned my attention back to the shark documentary on TV just as the narrator started saying something about their anatomy.

"Sharks have no bones," the guy said. "And if they stop swimming they will drown and die. So they have to be constantly moving."

"Weird," I mumbled. "If sharks stop moving, they die. The way my brothers see me, if I move, I'll die from leg damage or something."

Kinda ironic. I guess that shark and I have more in common than I-

Never mind. The shark just ripped apart a sea turtle with his jaws.

Wait…HE JUST KILLED WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN MY COUSIN!

Holy shell that shark is violent!

I watched the shark documentary until it was over, then flipped the channel back to the Space Heroes marathon since training was almost over and I knew Leo would want to watch it.

It actually finished faster than I thought. Within an hour and a half, Leo and Raph strolled out of the dojo looking pretty smug, with Donnie and Mikey following them. Donnie looked absolutely pissed. A lot like Raph did when he was mad. And even though Mikey wasn't feeling guilty from earlier, he looked a little upset.

He quietly trudged over to me and flopped upside down on the couch.

"Wanna tell me why Raph and Leo are acting like proud bloated buffalos?" I asked.

"They pounded me and D into the ground during sparring." He whined. "Then they said that they were better than us!"

"Did you say anything?"

"Yeah. I was like 'pshhh, at fighting maybe.'"

I resisted the urge to facepalm. "Then what?"

"Raph said that was what he meant."

"Well you know Raph Mikey," I shrugged. "He's a bloody smug idiot."

"You got that right," Donnie sneered, sitting down next to me and checking my cast and knee cap. "Are the painkillers still working?"

"Yeah." I glanced at Don's angry expression. "Are you mad that you got beaten to a pulp?"

"No!" he cried indignantly. I blinked. "…maybe. But they had no right to say that! Mikey and I are just as good as them!"

"Look guys," Leo said as he came back from the kitchen holding a plate of leftover pizza. "Raph and I may be better fighters but you're still an important part of this team."

"Hm," Donnie snorted. "As important as you two?"

Leo glanced at the TV, at Donnie, and then the TV. "Erhh, very important. We shouldn't compare ourselves; it's like apples and oranges."

What?

"Yeah if apples are way better," Raph muttered from behind a comic. "Which they are."

"I agree with that statement!" I piped up. Mikey pouted at me.

"Sebastian!" he whimpered.

"What? Oranges always get that annoying sticky juice all over you whenever you try to peel them! Apples taste better and aren't sticky."

"Exactly." Raph nodded in approval. "Oranges will always be lower rank than apples."

"So," Donnie realized, "the truth comes out."

Ohhh boy, cat fight! Or in this case, turtle fight!

Mikey flipped to his feet and joined in the argument. "You guys think of us as…some sort of B-Team!"

"Good one Dr. Name-enstien!" Raph commended from behind his comic. He lowered it and smirked. "We'll call you, the B-Team!"

It sounded so sincere that Mikey thought Raph was actually being nice. For once.

"Thanks!" he grinned.

"I don't think he really means it bro," I whispered.

"I mean uh- hey!"

"There's no shame in it," Leo told him. He gestured to the TV screen. Behind Captain Ryan, two guys dressed in purple and orange stood behind him. "They've got a B-Team too!"

"I find it ironic that they're wearing purple and orange." I mused to Donnie. "Just like you and Mikey."

"Shut up." He growled. I shrugged and turned my attention to the TV.

"We'll need backup," Captain Ryan was saying. "You two in the shirts," he looked over his shoulder at the guys. "You're coming with us."

The two guys –one tall that looked like an alien and one kinda pudgy human- lazily saluted. The scene switched to the team landing on an alien planet, where Ryan and Crankshaw dove behind a pile of rocks just as the bad guys shot the B-Team. They screamed before dissolving.

"Rodriguez!" Crankshaw gasped. "And…that other guy, they're gone!"

"Well," Captain Ryan reasoned. "That's why we bring them along."

With that example of teamwork, Donnie crossed his arms. "Thanks a lot," he huffed.

"The point is," Leo chuckled. "They had an important function." He bit into his pizza while I rolled my eyes.

"To get killed and save Captain Ryan time?" I frowned.

"No, to fight until the end."

"But they didn't even get to fight! They got shot the second they arrived at the battle field!"

"They still did their duty to Captain Ryan."

"Oh my god." I slapped my hand against my forehead in exasperation.

Eventually these guys are going to start a grudge against each other. I just know it. And the fact that Leo's doing it too makes it worse. He's the guy that has to be like 'ok guys, we're all equal, settle down', not all 'I'm better than you guys but it's ok, the dudes in Space Heroes are too'.

At that moment I heard the turnstiles shift and I looked over my shoulder to see April coming in. Before I could say anything, I noticed the way she was walking. She was hunched up in fear and she had a faraway look in her eyes. Donnie noticed it too. All sibling rivalry forgotten, he hopped up over to her.

"April, what's wrong?" he asked as the others gathered around her. "Are you ok?"

"I just mugged by some Purple Dragons," she told him. "They stole my phone."

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I've had to deal with Purple Dragons almost every night, and they never learned their lesson from the first time I fought them.

AND NOW THEY'RE STEALING APRIL'S PHONE?!

I'm texting Casey. I don't care if he's still grounded.

I grabbed my T-Phone that I had brought with me and opened up the conversation Casey and I had on our phones while my brothers kept talking with April.

Keep an eye out for the Purple Dragons tonight if you're patrolling. One of them stole a phone from a friend of mine. I would go with you but I dislocated my kneecap and sprained my ankle.

"Come on," I heard Donnie say, "What's the point of being a ninja if you can't help your friends when they get robbed?"

"April is right," And a wild Splinter appeared! Seriously, how does he do that?! "It is best to let this go."

"What do you mean?" Leo asked. "Why shouldn't we get her phone back?"

"One cannot predict the consequences of battle." Splinter said wisely, walking over to us. "Every fight has the potential to stir a hornet's nest."

That makes sense, but it also doesn't. Where did the hornets come in?

"A simple cell phone does not justify this risk."

Pshhh, what risk? It's the Purple Dragons!

"What risk? It's the Purple Dragons, even Mikey and Donnie could beat 'em!" Raph snorted. That's what I just thought!

"Hey!" the B-Team cried. Splinter watched them with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry Sensei," Leo assured him. "We'll be careful."

And with that my brothers left to go find April's phone, unless Casey found it first.

"Heh," April shrugged. "Watcha gonna do?"

"Hope my next pupil is more obedient!" Splinter groaned. He tossed April a bokken and they bowed. That's when he took notice of me. "Would you like to watch Sebastiano?"

"U-Um," I stammered. April gasped when she saw me.

"What happened to you?!" she cried.

"Tripping." I shrugged, deciding to keep Mikey out of this. "Tripping happened."

"Are you alright?" April came over to inspect my leg, though she didn't touch it.

"I'm fine," I said. "Just as sprained ankle and dislocate kneecap. Nothing serious."

I think it freaked her out a little the way I said it so casually. Like it happened all the time. She obviously hasn't lived with me.

Before April could say anything, Splinter asked me the question once again. "Sebastiano, would you like to watch April's lesson?"

"I-um," I shrugged, looking anywhere but him. The last time I'd been in the dojo was…a long time ago. I tried avoiding that part of the lair as much as possible. Every time I was there watching a training session, I felt uncomfortable. It was basically a place for my brothers to show off what I couldn't do. "I don't know."

"Come on Sebastian," April grinned. "It'll be fun."

"Well… I guess."

It wasn't that bad actually. I didn't really remember the dojo that much, so it was pretty cool to see it again, especially the tree. I remember when we were kids, Splinter planted it right under a sewer grate that let in sunlight from the surface. I was leaning against the tree watched Splinter lead April in a simple kata. I looked around. This place was big, bigger than my room. And it was perfect for crutches stunts. Maybe once my leg's better I'll train here if Splinter's somewhere else.

My T-Phone vibrated and I picked it up, reading the text message that Casey sent.

Dude can't patrol tonight. gotta study for trig test. Srry.

Btw how do you find the area of a triangle?

I groaned silently. Casey really needs a tutor.

Area of triangle: Base x height divided by 2

I texted back.

what's the base?

You're kidding me Case. Really?

The bottom part. Multiply that by the height, then divide the answer by two.

I waited several minutes before Casey answered.

Got it. Btw what happened to your leg?

Staller. He just doesn't want to study.

Tripped over a skateboard.

you have a skateboard? i thought you couldn't walk, so how could you skateboard?

Shit.

I didn't say it was mine. It's…my little sister's

Bloody hell, he's never gonna believe that.

Oh. Cool, my sister has one too.

And he believed it. Wait, he has a little sister?

You have a sister?

Sorry gtg bye hope u get better

Well, that was abrupt. I set down my T-Phone and drummed my fingers on the carpets covering the dojo floor. Since when did Casey have a sister? He never told me that. Then again though I never told him that I had one too. But why did he have to go so suddenly? It kind of sounded like he didn't want to talk about her…

"Sebastian!" April suddenly. "Heads up!"

"What?" I barely had time to duck before a shuriken came speeding my way. It hit the tree and stuck there. I pulled it out and looked at it. "Nice hit."

"Are you alright my son?" Splinter asked. He came over and inspected me for damage.

"Hai sensei," I nodded, turning the star in my hands, keeping in mind of the sharp edges. "C-Can I throw it?"

I totally expected Splinter to say no. To say that disabled little turtles should not be throwing pointy weapons. And he almost did. But then he surprised me and changed his mind and set up a target board for me and April.

"Thanks Sensei!" I grinned. I launched the shuriken towards the bull's eye and it hit the board a centimeter away from the red dot in the middle. "I did it!"

"Cool!" April gasped. She threw hers next, but it hit the next ring instead. "Aww!"

"It's alright April," I told her. "That was pretty good too. Remember, you're just starting."

"But how come you got it on the first shot?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Beginner's luck I suppose." I didn't notice the way that Splinter watched me for the rest of the lesson. That beginners luck soon turned into luck. Every shuriken I threw made it directly into the bull's eye. Some of April's didn't even make it close to the target, but at the end of the lesson her final star hit directly in the bull's eye, right next to mine.

"I did it!" she squealed. "Oh my gosh I did it!"

"I told you!" I grinned. "You just needed a little practice."

"Sensei!" Leo's voice rang. "We're back!"

"In the dojo!" Splinter called back. I realized that I had one more shuriken in my hand. Before my brothers walked back up the ramp I threw it and it hit the bull's eye again. Donnie walked in first and his eyes widened when he saw all the shuriken on the red dot.

"Who threw all those?" he asked. My human friend glanced at me.

"April!" I said quickly, before she could say anything. "April threw all of them."

"You did?" Donnie asked. "Amazing!"

"Let it be clear that she threw all of them," I said. "Not me. April, not the turtle leaning against the tree."

"Of course Sebastiano," Splinter said. "You know I would not let you throw these without proper training." He winked at me when Leo popped in with the others and started talking about what had happened. Apparently this guy named Baxter Stockman made these robots called Mousers, and they stole electronics from the Purple Dragons, which they had stolen from random citizens, including April's phone. The guys split up, the B-Team and the A-Team, and went all over the city chasing the Purple Dragons and Mousers.

"So are you guys still the B-Team?" I asked Mikey once Leo was done talking.

"Nope!" Mikey beamed proudly. "We're the A- Team!"

"…ok." I said.

"That's the best we got out of them," Donnie said.

"I see," Splinter said. "Very well. There is no more training tonight. You may go."

Leo, April, Raph, and Mikey rushed out of the dojo, and Splinter went with them, but Donnie stayed behind to help me into the living room.

"You know," I smirked. "If April and you ever get married, then you guys better watch out if your kid has nasty good aim when throwing food or something."

Donnie blushed as he set me down on the couch. "Shut up!" he cried. "She might hear you!"

"Even better," I teased. "So that way I can warn-"

A sting of pain shot up my leg. I gasped and doubled over. When the pain subsided I told Donnie, "I think some painkillers would be needed right now."

My purple clad brother nodded and rushed off to get them just as Mikey came over, dragging a boombox and a piece of cardboard. He set them down in front of me and turned on the boombox.

"May I present," he announced. "The amazing Michelangelo!"

"Yeah Mikey!" I cheered. Donnie came back with the painkillers and then left when Leo called him over for a round of Pinball.

"I will now dance the coolest dance ever created in the history of coolest dances." Mikey said. He switched the music on the boombox to a modern song and began breakdancing.

I gotta admit, Mikey's a really good dancer. Combined with ninjutsu, he's practically a master. If he wasn't a mutant turtle, I bet he could win a dance show on TV.

I watched Mikey dance as I swallowed the pills. After a few more minutes, I began getting drowsy.

Wait...please don't tell me that Donnie gave me the drowsy pills. Oh boy, he did!

Great, now I won't be able to stay awake!

I tried to stay awake, I really did. Or at least until the end of Mikey's routine. But the tiredness from the dojo thing combined with medical tiredness resulted in 'let's just hit the sack'. I fell asleep just as Mikey finished the routine.

Shuriken are fun… was my last thought before I fell asleep.


And that's it! Once again, thanks for reading and have a great day!