"Meanie."
He knew Mikey wasnt really mad at him. He was just annoyed that Donnie had caught him mucking about in his lab and thrown him out.
"But I want to make pretty colours to!" His younger brother had said, pouting.
Donnie took a deep breath. "They are not 'pretty colours' they're-"
Mikey stuck his hands in his ears. "Nah-nah, I cant hear you!"
"Mikey-"
"Whats going on here?" Mikey, eyes lighting up, ran to the safety of his eldest brother.
"Oh, Leo, thank god you're here! Donnie's being a real meanie!"
A meanie. Because he wouldn't let him mix two volatile liquids together. Right.
Sometimes Donnie wondered why he bothered.