"C'mon Mikey, you almost got it!"
"I know Donnie, I know!"
"GOGOGO HIT HIM!"
"I'M TRYING!"
Michelangelo's fingers were flying on the joystick, trying with all his might to beat the Boss of that videogame's level that he was trying to overcome from almost two hours now!
But, just like all the previous 30 times, he failed at the last minute and got defeated.
The orange turtle threw the joystick away from him with a frustrated cry, letting himself go on the bed covers behind him, burying his face in a pillow; all under the worried gaze of his brother.
"Angelo... is everything okay?", Donatello got closer to him, after switching off the console, laying down next to him and putting an hand on his shoulder to try gettin his attention.
The boy's answer was a muffled whine.
The purple one waited some other seconds, hoping for any other form of reaction, but since they didn't came, he got the initiative. Still lying down next to him, with a hand he held his smartphone, watching cat's videos, while with the free hand he started to lightly massaging the turtle' shell, just above the stomach area.
At first Mickey went stiff, gettin startled from that unseen touch; but after a while he let himself relax under that soft and rythmic move.
The youngest one of the turtles absolutely adored bellyrubs.
It was one of the few things that managed to calm him immediatly, whatever his mood was.
After just a minute Donnie distinctly felt a soft purr and some happy chirps coming from his brother, making him understand that he was finally relaxing.
"Do you feel better now?"
As answer the purr just increased in volume, before Mickey let the pillow fall from his face, looking at Donnie with half-lidded eyes.
"Donnie... thank you".
"Don't even mention it", he replied, scratching for a few seconds his nails on the latter's tummy, makin him giggle for a bit.
"That's what bros are for. Right?"
"Yeah".
