OOM: On the roof.

[mnt_raph]

*It's quiet. Blessedly quiet. Raph doesn't know why the racket stopped, but he's not going to complain. After a fantastic night's sleep, and a hot shower, he's pretty sure he could take over the world. That he's ready for just about anything....except, what's waiting for him outside of his bathroom.

He opens the door to the bathroom, and steam rushes into the main room of the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. Wrapped in just a towel he makes his way to one of the dressers, when he feels eyes upon him. He turns.*

What the hell are you doin' here?

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph grits his teeth and tries to continue the normal conversation, hoping Mike will get distracted.*

Long Island huh? Only thing they got there are diners and The Mets. Good choice. No one will miss a thing.

[mnt_mike]

"Yeah, I thought you might like that. Think of it! A cute cuddly domestic Vampire in every home! They'll be more popular than puppies! Great for any occasion, be it Halloween or Valentine's day!"

He smiles. It's the smug smile of someone who will not be derailed.

"Come ON Raph! You can't keep stuff from me like this! Aren't I your favorite brother?"

And thus begins the whining.

[mnt_raph]

*grumbles*
not right now you ain't.

*If only the world could see the little dark storm cloud gathering above his head*

[mnt_mike]

"God Raph! Stop being such a prude! GAH! you're starting to sound like Leo."

Yeah, it was a cheap shot, but if it's one thing he knows, it's how to play rough.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph whips around to confront Mike*

That's it.

*With that, Raph gets a good grapple on Mike's shell, lifting him up. He carries a deadweighted Mike out the door, and to the edge of the roof....where he drops him. Brushing his hands off, he goes back inside, making sure to lock the door behind him.*

[mnt_mike]

Mike can't help but be amused at his current situation. He smiles and lands softly on the grounds of Milliways.

"Hmmm. Swim or food. Food or swim. Decisions, decisions."