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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[orangerazzmatazz]

Mikey rolls his eyes, a more subtle gesture, but it's still there.

"You chop and then you do everything else that needs to be done! I can't do everything Donnie," he says. It's like he has to do everything around here!

He quickly and purposely starts the level before Donnie has a chance to retort again.

[thepurpleone]

For a split-second he looks like he's about to throw the controller, but then the level's starting and Donnie's forced to resituate his fingers over the buttons. He grates his teeth together, muttering about who he'll chop as he sets his little character to it.

[orangerazzmatazz]

If Mikey hears the mutterings, he's blatantly ignoring them. All of his focus is on the game and he has no time for his brothers ramblings. There is a kitchen to run!

Honestly, who knows how long they end up playing the game. Probably far longer than they should have. Both for their physical and mental health, but also for their relationship.

If anybody has come by in their time of playing, Mikey certainly didn't notice.

But they finish the game. They didn't perfect all the levels, not yet at least, but they make it to the end and Mikey feels some level of satisfaction.

He flops back, exhausted in his seat and lets the controller fall into his lap.

"I never want to look at a little guy in a kitchen ever again," he mutters to the ceiling. This is a lie, they both know that he'll drag Donnie back in again in a week to try and 3 star all the levels.

[thepurpleone]

If this is how Mikey is in the actual kitchen then Donnie is going to make sure he never sets foot in there when his brother's working on something. What a slave-driver!!

By the time they do get through...something, he feels like his thumbs are going to fall off. If he'd thought that having extra digits would have helped any, then he would have morphed them, but he's glad he hadn't thought of it at the time, certain all he'd end up with would be more sore fingers.

Donnie half-heartedly chucks the controller away from him from where he's sprawled on the floor, somehow at some point having moved off of the beanbag cushion. He pulls the thing closer so he can plop his head over it.

"We are never playing this game again," he decrees.

[orangerazzmatazz]

"Agreed," Mikey lies. "This game was a mistake," he says, as if he hadn't picked it, as if they hadn't just spent what was probably the whole day or night or whatever finishing the thing.

He was going to dream about this stupid game for years.

Maybe it would at least drown out some of the real nightmares.

Mikey rolls a little so he can better face his brother. "Thanks for playing with me Dee."

[thepurpleone]

"Absolutely terrible, no replay value whatsoever," Donnie adds, even though somewhere in his heart he has the feeling they'll end up playing it again for all that he's saying. Maybe stating these things will make it less likely.

...he could make a Meatsweats mod and...

No, nono- not playing this game ever again.

Donnie glances over at Mikey, his annoyance evaporating at the thanks. He breathes a sigh, but the smile that touches his face is the most natural its been since they'd started talking.

"Any time, 'Angelo."

[orangerazzmatazz]

Mikey smiles. He's so tired. Now that they're done with the game, he can relax a little, and the bean bags are so comfy. Maybe he should move up to his little makeshift room, but honestly, he has not desire to move at the moment.

"This was good. I had fun," he says sleepily with a yawn. Even with all the yelling and frustration and repeated levels, he meant it. It was probably one of the times he felt the most normal since he arrived on the ship. No terrifying and stressful missions, no talks about how things were different, how they had changed, how afraid they were of the world, the universe, of growing up. Just him and his brother, bean bags and video games, sleepless nights and bickering that in the end, didn't mean a thing.

If he could curl up with this like a warm blanket, he would hold onto it for forever.

[thepurpleone]

Personalized mods all around, weapons so they could breeze through things when things went panic mode- he really needs to look up a cheat code- Right, not playing this! What did we say??

It's...weird though. Feeling so relaxed despite having just played such a stressful game. How does that even work? Donnie decides it's not worth the effort to figure out, especially not when he feels like he could easily nod off. He pulls his own beanbag closer so he can actually use it as a pillow, thumbing the releases on his battle shell as he rolls onto his side.

"Mm," he replies.

And all was well. The End.

[orangerazzmatazz]

Mikey wearily shifts so that his beanbag is smushed up against Donnie's and drapes an arm across his now exposed shell without much thought.

He's asleep within seconds and while nightmares still come, they're more about cooking than anything else. And he'll take that any day.