Moody. Very moody. Very very moody.

Raph wasn't feeling... Normal enough to carry out activities. He was just lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling, and repeated the word moody with more very-s every time in his head.

Very very very very very very very very very very very very moody...

Raphael wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with him today, but what he did know is that he was reaching 200 very-s.

And then he lost count.

Sighing, Raph got up from his bed and trudged outside to be met with Mikey, who had thought it was a great idea to set up a prank for him while he was inside seemingly forever.

Apparently not.

Mikey winced, preparing for a whack, two punches and three slaps, but nothing came. Mikey opened his eyes to only see Raph's room.

"Huh?" That was weird, considering Raph wasn't...

Mikey couldn't actually complete the mini sentence.

Maybe Raph was just not feeling his usual self?

Mikey decided to do something to help.

~time skip~

Mikey sat inside Raph's room, rocking himself on the floor. Was Raph even going to come back in?

Mikey sighed at that thought of wasting his precious time, when suddenly the door was flung open and Raph stormed in, clearly angry at something.

It obviously wasn't at Mikey, as he walked past him and threw himself on the bed.

Did he even see Mikey...?

Mikey stood up and crawled on the bed, laying on a comfy position beside Raph.

"Hey dude."

No response.

"Raph?"

Still no response.

"Raph, I wanna help."

"You... Can't do anything."

Ouch. He could! Mikey frowned.

There was silence.

Mikey winced and said, "Let me help you."

"Still a no. Get out."

"Raph..." Mikey's tone suddenly changed from sad and hurt to a mischievous tone.

Raph immediately recognized it, and turned to Mikey.

"What?"

"Raphie..." Mikey singsonged again, his fingers, hidden behind him, wiggling menacingly. Any time now...

Raph didn't say a word more and turn back, burying his beak in the soft mattress of his bed.

Without warning, Mikey crawled on top of Raph at breakneck speed.

Raph's head snapped up at the movement and found himself pinned to his bed.

"Mikey... I'm really not in the mood for pranks now."

"I can see that!" Mikey exclaimed. "But that doesn't mean I can't prank you, let alone..."

He imitated a drum roll (quite poorly though).

"... Tickle you!"

Mikey grinned as he saw Raph's eyes widen in dismay and apprehension.

"No! Don't! I swear I'll kill you-"

"Kill me? You'll probably regret that." Mikey echoed, cracking his knuckles before digging all six fingers into Raph's sides. "Also, I doubt you'll have strength left after this torture."

The response was immediate. Raph shrieked and flopped like a fish on a line.

"Noooo! DOHOHON'T!"

"Too late, Raphie boy." Mikey gave him a smirk which he couldn't see. "You asked for it, bombarding me with your bad mood!"

"Whehehen did I hahahaha do thahahahahat?!" Raph managed between laughter.

"Wow, really? You don't know? You certainly deserve more!"

"NOOOO!" Raph gave a screech as Mikey slid his fingers under his armpits.

God, this was torture! Normally he'd easily push him off, but the thing about tickling was it made someone 100 times weaker...

"M-Mikey! STOHOHOP!"

"No way, dood." Mikey continued on relentlessly, enjoying his laughter.

Raph screamed and started laughing harder as Mikey tickled everywhere he could find. He didn't admit it, but he could feel all the bad emotions drain away as Mikey tickled him stupid.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MIKEY! NOHOHO STOOOOP! GAAAAAH...!"

Mikey ignored his pleas and continued on and on. It wasn't until Raph had tears running down his face (and he almost wet himself) then Mikey considered to stop.

Raph stayed there on the bed, motionless, the bed soaked with sweat and tears. Mikey grinned as Raph turned to face him.

"What. The. Hell. Mikey."

"Not sorry, dude." Mikey replied cheekily. "You feelin' better now?"

"Umm..." Raph stopped. Wanting to keep his dignity, he replied, "No."

Wrong choice. Mikey tackled him once again.

"Then you're up for Round 2!"

"What- no! Mikey, please no!"

Mikey stopped his hand in midair. Did Raph just say please?

"Since you said please, I might reconsider..." Mikey smirked, lowering his hand. "But you have to tell my THE TRUTH!"

"What truth?"

"Do you feel better?"

"Uh..." Raph shrunk as Mikey's shadow loomed above him.

"YES YES YES OKAY OKAY DOOON'T!" Raph shrieked as Mikey threatened to tickle him again.

"Now there's a good turtle!" Mikey smiled.

Raph gave a small smile back.

"Thanks, bro."

"No problem, dood!" Mikey grinned. "Sooooo...Can I tickle you any time from now on?" He added.

"Absolutely not."

"I knew it."