A/N: Mikey not being silly for once? =O
SkittleBunny117: Does not compute! Does not compute! Abort! Abort! AHH! BRAIN CRASH! *Brain Offline…Rebooting* I think I'm better now. Nooooo! ...
Disclaimer: Non-silly Michelangelos are not my fault…well, this time I guess it is but I don't own any Mikeys anyway. :/
Michelangelo wasn't a happy turtle. Today sucked. Especially since he was bored, and feeling a bit lonely. Usually that wasn't a problem, he'd just go hang out with or bug one of his brothers but today he just felt… off. He couldn't seem to muster his usual cheeriness.
He could go bug Raph, but he really didn't feel like fleeing for his life right now. He could go hang out in the lab with Donny, but he didn't feel like getting thrown out for being a pest or breaking something. Master Splinter was in his room…doing whatever it is he does in there and Mike had the feeling that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to intrude at the moment. Leo was on the couch reading… hmm… nah, Mike just didn't have the gusto to be annoying right now and Leo didn't get to read much since the Lair was usually too loud so maybe he'd be nice this time around. But he was still feeling glum…and bored.
The orange masked turtle made his way to the living room, plopping himself down on a chair. He scrutinized the ceiling for several minutes before he got fidgety. He got up and sat down in the other chair, amusing himself by lightly bouncing up and down. Finally, he got bored of that too and hunkered down on the opposite end of the couch to Leo, letting out a long sigh after a moment.
"You okay Mikey?" Said turtle looked over to find Leonardo regarding him with a concerned expression. Why did he always have to do that? Worry?
Mike made a nonsensical sound before replying in a flat tone, "Bored." Leo studied him another moment before he leaned forward to grab the TV remote. He tossed it to his brother and waved him over.
Michelangelo easily caught the remote then looked at his older brother skeptically. Leo rolled his eyes as he shook his head and a grin appeared on his face.
"I'm not you or Raph, Mike." He said with a hint of a laugh in his voice. "I'm not going to bite your head off or have you sit on a whoopie cushion." Mike managed a small smile and scooted over.
Once he was close enough Leonardo loosely slung an arm around his shoulder and patted it lightly a couple times before returning his attention to the book he'd propped up with one leg. The younger turtle felt a grin spreading across his face, suddenly feeling a lot better, and leaned a little against Leo as he turned on the TV.