Raph wiped his forehead, out of breath from all the cleaning, "Waphie!" Came little Donnie's voice. Raph leaned on the mop and watched his little brother run in.
"What Don?" He asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
"Mah bunny ith dwiwty." Don answered, holding his blanched bunny up.
"Then we gotta wash it." Raph said as he put the mop away. Don gasped, pulling the thing close to his face but also making a cloud of flour around him.
"Oopth." He said, looking at the newly dirty floor. Raph groaned and walked in a circle, trying not to snap at the purple clad turtle.
"Go set it in the TV room until I get in there." Raph ordered, pointing away.
"Dewe's a mesth in dewe two." Don said shyly, pointing also. Raph craned his neck to see a trail of powder following his little brother, "I'th sthowwy." Don tried to say.
"It's fine, Donnie, let's just get it in the washer." Raph said, sighing and bending down to his brother's height. Donnie nodded and hugged his bunny tight again, making another buff of flour. Raph sighed and Donnie innocently smiled.
"Hehe, sthnow." He mumbled, giving a toothy smile. Raph let himself smile a little as he scooped up his powdery brother. Donnie laughed and wrapped his arms around his big bro's neck. They made their way to Splinter's room where an old washer and dryer sat. Splinter had always used it for his own robes and for any kind of gear that got really messy. Considering the turtles didn't wear clothes, they actually used the washer and dryer really often. Especially when the turtles were really little, younger than Mikey, Leo, and Donnie were now, the bed sheets had to be cleaned a lot and Raph was thrilled that they weren't at THAT age (if ya know what I mean).
"Don't kiw 'im." Donnie warned as Raph sat him down on the dryer. Raph chuckled a little and was given the bunny.
"I'm not gonna kill ya bunny, Don." He said, reaching up and grabbing a pillowcase to put the stuffed animal in. He remembered Splinter doing that when all of them were little and Raph had to admit, he did use to have a stuffed tiger that may or may not still sit above his bed every night.
"Why doya hahve a piwwowcathe?" Donnie wondered, folding his hands on his lap.
"So 'is stuffin' don't come out." Raph answered, throwing it into the washer and starting it. Donnie gave a worried expression at hearing the tumbling inside.
"He gonna be 'kay, wight?" Donnie asked, his eyes pitiful like he wasn't gonna see the thing for a whole year. Raph smiled and picked his powdery brother up.
"He'll be fine." Raph assured, "You an' Mikey gotta get cleaned up first." He walked back into the TV room to see Mikey wiping the flour that was on him onto the TV screen.
"Mikey! Don't do that!" Raph ordered, setting Donnie down quickly and grabbing Mikey.
"I's Cistmess!" Mikey declared, pointing around the room happily.
"It's not Christmas, Mikey." Raph said flatly. I'm getting too old for this. He thought to himself.
"You and Donnie gotta get cleaned up." He said, going to Donnie and holding his hand. He started walking towards the bathroom, Mikey trying to get down.
"I nowanna ge' cwen!" Mikey objected. Raph just held his brother tighter and lead him and Donnie away. Donnie stuck his thumb in his mouth but immediately gagged and coughed, not liking the taste of the flour.
"It's not that hard, Mikey." Raph said, setting Mikey down on the counter next to the sink. Donnie waited patiently next to his big brother. Raph soaked a rag in water and started wiping Mikey's head, "Close your eyes." Mikey huffed, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
"Cold!" Mikey yelled, trying to squirm away.
"I swear Mikey, if ya don't stay still, you're gonna stay in your room the rest of the day and all tomorrow." Raph said angrily. Mikey huffed again. Donnie started wandering away, "Don, back in here." Raph said, not even having to look over. The smallest turtle stared at the ground and trudged back in.
"Okay, you're done." Raph said, helping his brother down, "But you're staying in here 'til Donnie's done." Mikey groaned, stomping and crossing his arms.
"I donwanna!" He declared, starting off. Raph grabbed his shell and pulled him on the opposite side of him; away from the door. How did Splinter handle four? Raph just had trouble with keeping two in the same room! Raph dipped the rag back into the water and started cleaning Donnie off. Don got chills when he felt the cold rag but then relaxed.
"Ith mah bunny weady yet?" Donnie wondered after he was done (a lot quicker then Mikey). Speaking of Mikey, he'd given up on getting away and plopped down, facing the opposite direction of Raph with his arms crossed.
"Maybe." Raph replied, throwing the rag next to the sink, grabbing Donnie's hand, and picking Mikey up.
"Okay now you guys are gonna stay- where the hell is Leo?" He asked. His little brothers gasped.
"Dath a bad wowd." Donnie said, covering his mouth his his hands.
"Whew da hell iz 'eo." Mikey repeated with a laugh. Raph smacked his hand over his bro's mouth as Donnie gave another gasp.
"Don't you dare curse." Raph ordered. Mikey nodded, looking scared. Raph sat Mikey down and looked around. Mikey ran to the entrance and made a 'shush' hand signal, motioning for Donnie to come too. Donnie shook his head, hugging Raph's arm. Mikey stuck his tongue out and ran away into the subway tracks.
"Waphie," Donnie said, pulling on Raph's belt and trying to get his attention.
"Not now Don." Raph said, getting irritated.
"But Waphie!" Don called, almost pulling Raph's sais out.
"What Don?!" Raph snapped. Don jumped in surprise.
"Mikey wan owt dere." He pointed to the entrance. Raph yelled some profanity, the small turtle next to him nearly fainting at hearing the curses.
"I gotta put ya guys on leashes or somethin'!" Raph declared, picking Donnie up and starting to run down the tracks. Donnie held onto his big brother for dear life.
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