The Youngest Brother

If there was one thing which Michelangelo had that Raphael had to give credit for, it was the fact that his brother had the heart of a true philosopher and poet. Something which the rest of the Turtles seemed to almost lack. After all, they were warriors. Assassins. But Michelangelo was different, he was more expressive about things. Not as rough around the edges. Raphael thought for a moment about what he had said.

"Things change Mike. Seasons change. People too. I guess this applies to Turtles too. Kind of deep when you think about it."

He remained on the chair as he sat in it, his forearms resting on the head of the wooden furniture and he brought the beer close to his beak once more, taking in a deep sip from it. But Raphael thought more about what Michelangelo said. Over the years.. the Turtles had changed for better or worse due to their experiences. They were closer as a family due to these experiences. And speaking of family..

"You know the holidays are here, right?"

"I know, bro. The holidays alone change people. I don't expect much from you three, except that we're all brothers just getting by one day at a time. I'm thankful to have you, Don, and Leo as my brothers. I'm thankful to have Master Splinter as our master. I would never want to trade what I'm thankful for away for something else. The spirit of the holiday season helps with that thankfulness."

Raphael listened to the Japanese poem which his brother had written up. Michelangelo had always been the most artistically spirited of the Turtles, and he had expressed that side in his musings and writing. Raphael was the most combat oriented, surpassing perhaps Leonardo but when it came to Michelangelo, he was usually there for his sibling.

"That’s actually pretty good Mike. Very traditional and has something to do with nature. Heh. I have to ask you what exactly motivated you to some up with that? A change in the weather, mood, what?"

Raphael had reached behind himself and he pulled up a wooden chair, and turned it before him and slowly sat himself down with his forearms resting onto the top of the air. He looked to his brother, blinking as he listened to what he had to say in regards to his poem.

The red masked mutant looked to the can of cheap beer, and once more brought it to his beak— taking another sip of it. Times like these with his brother were most appreciated.. For they were few like them.

"Partially that, partially the change in people who walk around. If you noticed, they change with the seasons. We change with the seasons, but we're not the only ones."

He reached out and took a hold of the can of beer in his hand. Lately he had been trying to get off the stuff out of fear that he might end up getting out of shape. Of course there was the Lite stuff but that would end up defeating the purpose of his training. He shrugged, looking down at the can in his hand and took a hold of the popper— and opened it. That’s when he looked at the brand on the side of the can.

"Thanks Mike, I mean it." He said almost monotonously.

Raphael was a Turtle who enjoyed the good stuff. Sam Addams was the best as far as his opinion went. So it was disappointing to know that the beer was a cheap brand but.. at least Mike thought of him. Bringing it to his beak, Raphael took in a sip and blinked.

"Yeah, sure man.. Whatever you got.. Lay it on me."

"There's this haiku.

The rain is coming

One can feel the dampness now

As it comes soflty."

He waits silently for Raph to tell him his thoughts on it. He trusts his brother's judgement, regardless how gentle or harsh the words are. It's the criticism he enjoys hearing from his brother. Don didn't seem to care and Leo would be too kind in his words. Neither of them are helpful in his writing like Raph.

"Yeah.. I’m doing just fine."

He blinked. It wasn’t always when Michelangelo had asked if he was alright or not, but Raphael was actually doing fine. Never the less, it was nice when someone had asked him if he was doing okay. Sometimes he had good days, other times there were days he just wanted to tear something or someone apart but over all as of now.. he was just fine.

"Just checking." Mike would say, handing his brother a can of beer, it's cheap, but he knew Raph didn't care much on brands. Beer is beer.

"I've been working on my writing, wanna listen or read it some time?"

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"You okay, bro?"

#mirageraph

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It's a bigger score then usual. Mike looking around for his brother who is suppose to be on patrol with him tonight.

SHIT though! These cold weather nights are never easy on him! Slowing down his own movement. Not by a lot, but enough for his brothers and master to give him some quip about it.

Though for why he's late, Mike knew Raph is going to give him even a harder time for patrol. So this time around, he bought Raph a full case of beer.

"Sorry I'm late, bro." He greets, setting the paper bag down as a peace offering. "Full 24 count."

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AKA, you start with icons, I’ll probably respond with icons. You make it clear you prefer prose, I’ll make sure I’m up for prose when I reply and I’ll try to keep my word count within range of yours. Just want oneliners? Easy peasy.

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"On the night we challenged Oroku Saki to a fight to the death, we were forced to take on his selected Foot ninja. He had said that they were his hand picked best. Little did we know later on that they weren’t really his best.. Those were the Foot Elite.. Anyways.. We were used to dealing with street thugs like the Purple Dragon.. We didn’t fight other ninja."

"Yeah.. These guys were good.. But we were better. We fought hard. Probably the hardest we ever fought. I remember the adrenaline pumping.. Pain being dulled. Barely felt the punches, kicks, and the cuts.. Next thing I know, none of them were getting back up. That’s when we had to fight him.."

"Oroku Saki.. The Shredder."

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