prompt 194 - "something broken"; rated PG, humorous, strong language. Don, Raph, & Mikey
I borrowed a good bit from real life to write this one. We're packing our house currently, and I can see Don hoarding electronics and gizmos like my husband does. Sigh.
"If you throw another piece of my shit away, I'll kick your manhood up your throat and you can chew on it."
"Damn, Donny!" Raph howled, throwing his head back and laughing. "That deadzone you call a work room that important to ya?"
"We were just trying to help," Mikey said, slowly moving against the wall and to the nearest exit, if a fight broke out. "It really is a mess and we need to move. We've been coming back here for a month!"
Raph choked on his last laugh and pointed his finger at a roasting Don, "What's wrong with throwing stuff away? You don't need half of it."
Don dumped a box of wires on top of a lopsided tower of monitors and keyboards; he stubbed his toe against a broken table but bit his lip and refused to show any pain. He was too mad to show it anyways.
"So-so," Mikey began nervously, "They say if you don't use something in six months, you'll probably never use it. Wouldn't it be nice to clean the slate and start over?"
The mountain of electronics crashed to the floor, and Don closed his eyes and tensed his shoulders for a moment. Mikey scooted out the door and left Raph to fend for himself; Raph wasn't bothered by the wires spilling everywhere and electronics creaking under the weight. Every spot, nook, and cranny in the old room was shielded with whatever gizmo and gadget Don rustled out of the landfill and nicked from bad guys over the years. If Raph was calling it a shit hole, judging by his own filthy work and play areas, it was indeed a horrible place.
"Wish I could call Hoarders," Raph chuckled and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
Don mumbled something while cleaning up the wires and grabbing a thin box of screws and drill bits. Raph picked up a rogue cord with his toes and tossed it over Don's shoulder, hearing it clatter against something and causing another small boom. Don loaded both arms with his treasures, took a wide step over three computer towers, and charged for the door. He halted before making his grand exit and turned to Raph, "I expected Leo to be on my case, not you. All of this crap in here, as you call it, has powered your precious bike, tv, and computers. Now-" he juggled the objects and caught a black box before it fell, "-shut up and help me load everything, and I do mean everything, in the van. If it takes fifty trips, that's what I'll do. Calling my stuff crap, I can't believe you have the nerve..." he stomped into the darkness.