It is called the same thing because it was the name of the One-shot someone who created it in the first place called it, and she gave me permission to use what I wanted to. Winged Monkey! Thank you!

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Liquid Personality

It was a relatively quiet Monday in the lair, several days after Rae had found Loki. Raphael and Rachel were at the punching bags, Leonardo and Bria practicing katas, Lily with Donatello in the lab, and Master Splinter had disappeared into his room after the morning's training session.

Michelangelo, on the other hand, was sprawled across the couch in front of the televisions, busily digesting all the information from a magazine he had recently found lying next to a dumpster the night before on patrol. He turned the page and an article caught his eye. A mischievous smirk spread across his face. He thought for a moment before turning and yelling to his brothers in the dojo.

"Leo, you're a tea!"

The utter randomness broke through the eldest turtle's concentration and he stopped mid swing, "I'm a what?"

"Tea! You know, like that stuff you drink every morning?" Mikey grinned hugely.

Leonardo turned to Raphael who was watching his two brothers with much amusement, "Did he just try to insult me?"

Raphael shrugged and then hit the punching bag again. Sand drizzled out of a seam on the side. "If he did, that's the lamest one I've ever heard."

Mikey bounced up and down, "Bria, you're an orange drink!"

Brianna had continued her katas after Leo stopped, listening while completing each move equally, but this time when she was addressed she faltered and just barely finished the round-house kick. Softly she set her foot down and turned with a contemplative expression on her face, "An orange drink?"

Michelangelo grinned, "Yes! Rae, you're Coke and Rum!"

Rae paused and scratched her cheek, "Sure, whatever you say, Mikey."

"And Raph, you're a Spiked Mexican Hot Chocolate!" Mikey pointed at the red-banded turtle.

It was Raphael's turn to be confused. He didn't like to be confused and it showed plainly on his face. "Mikey, what the shell're you talkin' about?"

"Tell you later!" The youngest bounded off of the sofa. "I've got to go ask Donny and Lily somethin'!"

Leonardo rolled his eyes and sighed before settling back into his routine as Raphael ignored his punching bag and started follow in the direction the baby of the family was headed. "You're going to follow him?"

"Yeah, what of it? I'm gonna find out what the dipstick's up to." Raph replied easily and smiled as Rachel joined his side.

Leonardo shook his head smirked, "Guess I should come too just in case Donny's does something drastic."

"What, and stop all the fun?" Rae teased.

"Who said I would stop it?" The eldest turtle's eyes danced in anticipation, "I want to see too!"

Meanwhile, Michelangelo was sitting on a chair trying to be good and not stick his face directly over Donatello's shoulder. The last time his curiosity had gotten the better of him, his brother had somehow managed to hack his favorite video game and make all of the characters wear pink tutus.

"What is it, Mikey-kun?" Lily asked smiling.

"You're a fruit punch, LilLil," Mikey grinned from ear to ear, "Come on, Don! Can I tell you now?"

Donatello gave an annoyed grunt, put down his screwdriver, and pushed up his magnifying glasses as he turned around in his chair, "Mikey, what is so important that you have to tell me right now?"

The youngest gave him his best 'I'm so glad you asked' look. "You're water!"

Donatello took a deep breath and quickly recited the first seventeen digits of pi. "Yes, in a way, I suppose we're all technically water since, after all, our main bodies are composed of between fifty and seventy-five percent water, though our shells are made up of a different combination of—"

"No, no, no. I mean, you're like water," Michelangelo interrupted, forestalling the biology lecture. "Y'know, the stuff that comes out of the faucet? Not that icky sewage stuff, but good ol'fashioned H2O."

"I am perfectly aware what water is, Michelangelo. Though why you insisted on interrupting my work for the sole purpose of telling me that I am a liquid is currently beyond my powers of understanding," Don sighed.

Lily rolled her eyes, "A fruit punch…really?"

Bria giggled from the doorway, "I'm interested in how you called me an orange soda."

"Maybe why ya called me a cocoa," Raphael added.

Rachel folded her arms, "Coke and Rum?"

Michelangelo looked back towards him and became slightly alarmed that his only escape route was being blocked by the two eldest turtles and their female counterparts. The lump in his throat forced itself down before it allowed him to give his trademark smirk, "Not cocoa, Raph. Spiked Mexican Hot Chocolate!"

"Whatev."

"Actually, Raph, the difference is that Mexican cocoa has cinnamon in it," Bria grinned hugely at Raphael's shocked face.

"Mikey," Don turned back to him, "Explain. Now."

The orange-clad turtle smiled broadly back at his brother, successfully hiding nervousness that he was feeling. After all, while Leo and Raph could be nerve-wracking when upset, Donatello could easily bring to mind every horror movie involving a mad scientist. Lily hadn't shown her bad side yet for anything so she was all good.

Rae…he shuddered at the thought of how well she could match him; even outrank him, in pranking. He had poured water over her when she was sleeping, and she had dragged his turtle ass out of the hideout and thrown him into a snow bank, after which she had locked him outside for a good few hours until he had icicles hanging from his turtle beak and nostrils.

Bria…well…he'd rather not think of the horrors he went through when he couldn't find any of his comics, video games, markers, anything of his at all besides his nunchucku, which lead to a very, very boring day and a hard one because Leo and Splinter had taken advantage of the fact he had nothing else to do. "Well, you see, I found this old magazine that had this personality quiz in it and those are you guys' answers!"

Leonardo raised one eye ridge, "What sort of quiz was it? How to tell what sort of drink you are?"

"Something like that," Michelangelo beamed. "Leo, you're tea 'cause you can be either warm or cold, can be very intense when you want to be, but also can be very comforting and protect from bad stuff. Raph is a hothead but is actually really kind of sweet and strong while still always having a kick and you've got to be a bit careful with him, so he's the Spiked Mexican Hot Chocolate."

"Coke and Rum…?" Rachel pursed her lips.

Mikey laughed, "Its bittersweet, gives you a buzz and a head rush, and can either be refreshing or evil," he chuckled at the smirk she gave him, remembering the snow bank.

Bria snickered, "Orange drink?"

"Tangy and sweet with a bit of a kick of caffeine," Michelangelo smiled brightly.

Lily tapped her chin, "Fruit punch?"

"Smooth, lots of flavor, sweet yet has that bit of tang to keep you going," Mikey answered proudly.

"While all that makes perfect sense and I find it very unsurprising that Raph turned out to be an alcoholic beverage," Donatello crossed his arms, "Am I water because of how boring you think I am?"

"No," the youngest responded emphatically. "You're water 'cause you can do anything and make anything and you can get hot sometimes, but usually you're pretty cool an' calm."

"Oh." The purple-clad turtle was surprised at the enthusiastic description of himself. "Then what about you, Mikey?"

"Guess!"

The other three turtles exchanged glances with the three girls, "An energy drink," they chorused

Michelangelo cracked up laughing. "You dudes all jinxed each other! Anyway," he looked from face to face, "How'd you know?"