Guilty
Hamato Yoshi was mad.
No, not mad. Pissed.
He glared down at the two guilty suspects who stood in front of him with their heads bowed.
"Which one of you did it?"
None of the two brothers spoke, standing frozen on the spot.
"Michelangelo! Raphael!"
The six year olds flinched, hearing the sterness increase in their father's voice.
"Tell me who did it!"
Slowly, the younger one reached over and gave his brother's shoulder a sympathetic pat before dropping his arm.
Raph remained silent on the outside, exploding with rage on the inside at his brother's crafty scheme.
Splinter sighed and turned around, heading towards the dojo.
"Come, Raphael." He called out, pausing for only a moment before he continued walking.
As Raph obediently moved to follow his father, he looked over his shoulder and glared at Michelangelo when their eyes met, the seething rage and a promise of huge amount of pain clear in the red-clad turtle's eyes.
Mikey gave a half-smug/half-sheepish grin, now unsure about his previous move for getting Raph in trouble.