Brothers and Sisters

It's a dismal day out in the Wrong Side, but it hasn't actually rained or anything yet. Fitting for the mood Leonardo is in. Waking with a pounding headache, the transformed turtle realized a few uncomfortable things. Still female, going to have to attempt the bathroom, and she was still filthy and nearly naked. Life really sucks. The bathroom issue didn't take long at least, even if Leo's totally grossed out, but the rest takes more effort.

Prodding the princess away, not even asking before cutting the long locks again, the relentless older brother forced Raphael to leave their hidden room so that they could return to Leo's more proper bedroom. Climbing up to a roof used to be effortless, but now.. grah. How do humans manage? Still, even if she's not quite graceful at the moment, Leo manages the roof, over a small gap, and down over a slope to drop down into her private meditation area. Manages to land soundlessly. “I keep clothing in here.” Explained up to Raph, where ever ..she may be. “Then we can hit the showers and get cleaned up.”

Of course Mikey can hear those female voices if he's close. Women in Leo's room? How totally weird is that?!It should be said that Leo turned out looking like La Femme Nikita - sexy slaughter machine with short dark hair. Raph? Well, Raph wasn't so lucky. Raph turned out looking like Rapunzel - delicate, busty, with loooong golden hair.

Turns out that Mikey's has been wandering the dojo for the better part of whatever time it is and when his journey between rooms began. Meeting a lot of people can be fun! Especially when the people abouts don't scream that there's a talking man sized turtle. Room to room then found someone who could tell him where his brother Leo's room or rooms are. It took him awhile to meander over there but now he hears WOMEN. That's a first….and it's more than one woman! What better time to annoy his older brother than this? Knocks on the door.

Raphael is not happy. Even more so than usual. Over and over he mutters something to the effect of 'I'm going to kill that fae.” some times it's plain other times it's quite elaborate in which the way he imagines the shape shifter's demise. There's no comment about the cutting of hair. If Leo hadn't done it Raph would have. Unfortunately as soon as it's cut the hair begins to grow like weeds on turbo charge speeds. At the moment it's waved and cascaded it's way back to mid hip. In another 10 minutes it'll be down to her knees. Cleaning up is high on his list of things to do, amazingly even higher than kill Revelin atm. Thus Raph is keen to get some clothing on as soon as possible. It's COLD! “Ah Shit.. GO AWAY!” she shouts at the knock on the door. She even rushes that way to try and grab hold of the knob to ensure it is locked and that Mikey can't bust it down.

Having been in the process of opening a drawer built into a wall, Leo freezes at that knock. Oh shit. He can almost see his reputation hit the toilet, but there's nothing to be done about it now. Jerking that drawer open clothing is thrown at Raphael's pretty little head. “Leo isn't here.” Called out as there's a hurried digging through contents. Everything he has is baggy and covers well. Mostly because it's large enough to cover turtles. Of course the calling out totally isn't helping matters. Two frantic sounding voices in Leo's room. “Forget that.” Hissed at Raph. “Just grab things and let's go..”

This is bizarre beyond the fact that there are women in Leo's room. “What? Excuse me…was just looking for …didn't mean to interrupt anything….” Attempting to apologize though it's not really translating as such as he's listening to the frantic moving behind the door. The more Mikey stands there the more he begins to believe that these women must be cat-women! They're stealing his brother's stuff! Twisting the door knob Mikey can fling the door open if it's unlocked and if not it's a demolition job to get in. “Freeze! Caught you red…..” Mikey stands up as tall as he can possibly manage, pulls his shirt up onto his shoulders properly, then smooths a hand over his head. “Hello, ladies….robbing my brother? We can discuss this….”

Ahhhhhh gah he's flirting! Raph is soooo going to kill the fae! and then possibly the youngest brother. Wrapped up in little more than a sheet the door is pulled free despite her efforts. Darn flimsy doors! She skitters back, but despite her princess-y frame, her hands are in tight fists. “Get out! NOW!” she thunders, picking up one of the shirts Leo threw at her earlier and tossing it at Mikey's face. “OUT!!!!”

Oh no.. it's Mikey. Clutching attire to her chest, the dark haired woman looks at the turtle with Leo's golden tinged brown eyes. Raph's thunder hopefully buys a moment and Leonardo takes it. Reaching out he gives that table cloth a good tug. Hey, Raph's new chest sure had him pausing. Maybe it can get Mikey's attention too. If those perfect breasts get a reaction the dark haired beauty seeks to trip up the turtle. Not to fight, but get past. Totally stealing Leo's stuff, and she's even wearing Leo's coat! That total jerk!

Naked humans! Leaning up against the open door frame he bats away the item lobbed at his head with ease. “What're you…” Then the other one with the short hair yanks the cover from the other catching Mikey's full attention as any man would be gazing right at the chest out of reflex. It's enough to distract the turtle causing him to get tripped up and the escape attempt made. Perhaps as they try to leap over the prone turtle he can catch an ankle or something to trip one of them up allowing him to redeem himself. Can't let naked women make off with Leo's stuff!

“YYEEEEEE!” WHERE!? DID THE SHEET GO? There's a quick crossing of arms in an attempt at some modesty, a whole lot of swearing and a roll to try to get the sheet back and around all those girly parts. “I'm going to kick your ass L…! ” more shouting from the not so properly acting Princess. With the sheet pulled back up and some of the clothing snagged Raph attempts to leap over Mickey. Unfortunately the woman still has some grace and like a doe she bounds away, running after the first woman. “What the hell was that! next time you use your own! ”

As Raphael is shrieking Leo is getting grabbed. Damn this stupid body! Damn Mikey for being far better than he lets on. Ankle claimed, the woman retaliates by smacking a very dirty foot in the turtle's face. “Mikey, let go!” The voice shouldn't be Leo's, for it's female, and yet it totally is just the same. “You have the better rack.” She claims back at the blonde. “It wouldn't have had the same effect.” The woman twists like a snake, desperate to get free of that large, green hand. “Go!” Shouted after Raph. “It's not like he'll hurt me.” Of that the woman sounds so totally hurt.

On the ground trying not too oogle the women too much is Mikey. With Leo's ankle firmly in hand he's kicked in the head for his fortunate grab. “OWW! Watch the face!!!” For he clearly needs his handsome skills to get away with murder everyday. Or mainly getting deals like two for one hot dogs at the vendor down the block. “What're you…hey come back here…what in the….” Mikey? How did this woman know his name? We're they stalking the turtles? He's only been here a few days! The youngest seeks to pull the trapped woman down onto the ground to get a good look at her. “You're next Goldilocks!”

Raphael runs! and runs and runs! Sorry Leo it's every turtl…er girl for herself! She ducks around the closest corner and is already shoving the sweat shirt over her head. Can this get any worse? Oh yes. Yes it can! Of course now she isn't sure where she should go. Go hide? find that bath room? both?

Alright. Time to play dirty. Clothing dropped Leo twists again. Beneath Mikey, the turtle stronger and with a greater mass, so Leo starts truly fighting back. Slender fingers start seeking out the nerve clusters. Trying to spasm muscles, or simply get Mikey to start laughing. She's even dirty enough to put fingers in some rather delicate places… This thief knows exactly where to jab on turtles, which totally isn't fair! Of course getting a good look at her might be hard while she's doing this, but her whole demeanor screams Leonardo. The narrowed brown eyes, her expression, the expert manner she works - hell, even the aura radiates Leo.

Goldilocks has escaped thus far though right now Mikey has a much bigger problem on his hands. There's a woman jabbing at places, and doing all sorts of things that one ought not to do to a turtle, and it SUCKS worse than the third singer of Van Halen. Grunts, gasps, squirms and laughter all mix into some horrid mess of noise until the turtle growls trying to put an arm across the throat of the woman. “Knock it off…” he growls. OOMPH! That hurt. Having recoiled Leo has some wiggle room to get away and probably does as Mikey must get to his knees then probably his feet to give chase. “You fight like….Raphael!” Dirty underhanded low down cheap shotting…

Speaking of Raph… She's currently hopping on one leg trying to put on a pair of overly baggy trousers. Which really are not going to fit around the waist without being belted or sashed. Still it's better than running about in this 'birthday suit' the Fae has left her in. “going. to. killl. him.!” she hisses as she finds another door, peeks around it to ensure there's no one there, then dashes behind it and quietly closes it. No reason to telegraph her presence. She leans against the door, huffing and puffing. ”.. I hate my life.” she groans.

Wriggle room means escape room and she's off like a shot. “No, I fight like Leonardo! Raph just ran for the hills!” Snatching up cast aside clothing the woman suddenly laughs as she gallops down after the blond - bare feet slapping over worn floors. “I can't believe I did that! Sorry, Mikey! I owe you!” And then, “Raph! Raph! Wrong way!” No, Leonardo really isn't thinking straight. She's got a mild concussion, see. “Left hallway! Left!” This is of course bringing people out of the wood work. No one attempts to stop the two women. Especially since the hall one looks crazed and bloodied, and the smaller one looks straight up homicidal. Doors open and then close quickly as this race takes place.

Mikey is getting off the ground giving somewhat of a chase to the nude girl when the words process and he goes tumbling over his own feet. Not very ninja there. “WHAT?!?!” A hand strikes out against a wall to keep him from falling flat on his face then he peers at the fleeing girl ….Raph….Leo…Thunderous laughter peels out of the turtle who calls out, “HEY! Why you running baby? We were just getting started!” Door, thump, swoosh, thump, swoosh….it's a pattern. All the while Mikey is on Leo's heels saying all manner of terrible things. “Seriously!” Still laughing. “Why are you running? Can't we just talk this out?” Clearly the answer will be Noooooo!

Raphael noooos as she can hear Leo using their names. “Aaahhh you idiot!” she slaps her hand over her face, curling her fingers as she drags downards. “We didn't want him to know it was us! ” They will NEVER live this down. Ever. Oh yippee damn skippy. She slides down to sit on the floor, her arms wraping over her head as her hair curls about the floor. “Just shoot me now..” mutter mutter mutter.

It's so utterly ridiculous that he can't help himself. “You are so totally not my type.” Leo insists as she skids into the shower area. Bare tile on dirty feet, and then she staggers as she hits a non skid area. “I don't know.” Why is she running? She's breathless now, a bit glazed over in eye, and if Mikey doesn't catch her she drops down to her knees. The world spins and that woman laughs. “I.. don't feel so good.” Rueful that. Just did too much, and leaning to one side, hand to floor, Leo dry heaves. There's nothing to throw up thankfully and it's brief. “Guess that smack to the head was harder than I realized.”

Raphael scowls as she waits for Mikey to rush past, or go in the direction that Leo has gone (which is the opposite direction) from what Raph is figuring. She didn't hear any one race past. Figuring she's on her own she looks about for a window or another door to use to get out of here.

Whoa! Leo just flirted back! “Hey! Whadayamean I'm not your type?” Clearly offended Mikey runs harder to catch up to Leo. “What's not to like?” Even flails his hands skyward for this. Now the woman-man is trapped in the shower with a very disgruntled Michelangelo. Who the hell knows where Raph is at the moment but at least Raph didn't beat up on him! “Shit!” Mikey moves fast to be able to catch his sister …too weird. “That's kinda obvious dude. You've got female troubles…” He couldn't resist. Eugh…yeah Leo can dry heave over there and Mikey will just scoot away and be ready to catch her when she has another bout of idiocy. “What happened? Why in the hell are you running from me in the first place? Well other than I'll never EVER forget this and neither will either of you either…” Peering around the room he sees no sign of his sis-bro. “Raph's a worse idiot. She's an attractive naked girl about to run around the Wrong Side with a mane that's nearly down to her knees. Are either of you thinking? Why am I the logical one right now?!? OMG my head hurts.”

“Let me count the ways!” How many ways that Mikey is so totally not Leo's type. Caught, one hand grips Mikey's shoulder as she leans away from him to heave. There's nothing worse than a little spittle, for her stomach is blessedly empty. Once it's over, and if he allows, a very dirty, and human female Leonardo leans against her brother. Why was she running? “I don't know. I don't know.. But I think I'll die from being totally mortified later.” She admits, “For now I can't think straight. Everything seems so out of proportion and surreal…” Then with a hushed sound Leonardo starts laughing again. “I guess.. Raph is infectious.” For some reason that seems utterly hilarious. But there was a serious question asked, and now that the world isn't spinning, and people aren't grabbing her or pinning her to the floor, Leo manages, “Raph pissed off some fae and this is their idea of a joke. Half the bar got changed. Then someone hit me on the back of the head hard enough to knock me flat. Raph was totally freaking out. He fainted. Crap, don't tell him I said that. Bad enough I used him as a distraction..” Head in hands Leo bemoans his fate. “You're head can't hurt worse than mine.” Considering all the matted blood, is it any wonder her head hurts?

Else where Raphael has discovered there is no escape from this room save the way she came in. Bad Ninja, picking a dead end. All this.. girliness is just really interfering with everything. With a grump she stands, holding up the pants with one hand and slowly opens the door to peek out. Left. Right. Where'd everyone go?!

“Yeah, you need to lemme get out my chuckles before you go belly up on me, Leo.” A Fae did this to a bar of people? Good thing he wasn't there! No telling what his brothers must be going through with this sex-race change. Mikey holds up his sister with a firm arm around her leaving the other free to react if need be. “Shock, transformation, blundgeoning…what a night! Someone tried to Captain Cavenman you back to their cave huh… Well let Mikey do all the fixing!” Scoots Leo over to sit her on a nearby bench then goes in search of a towel to wet to bring back for her head. Not quite up to the shower thing unless needed. “I should go find Raph's sorry ass.” Raph could probably hear them talking since they are on the same floor still. “I'll laugh about him fainting later. Don't want erm her getting into more trouble.”

It's Mikey to the rescue! “Thanks, Mikey.” Offered in all seriousness. “Raph always did know how to show people a good time.” Another attempt at humor, for all it sounds lame even to her ears. Seated on that bench, she grimaces for the care to her head, lifting a hand to take over for him. “Go. Just be warned… Raph's worse than normal. I'm not going anywhere.” Should the turtle leave her, Leo leaves the bench. Unsteady she makes her way to a shower stall. This body is disgusting, but it will feel so much better after a wash. Sure the water patterning down on her head almost echoes against her aching skull, but she just doesn't care! Clean. Leo doesn't linger though. Scrubs clean then gets dry and into that clothing she's managed to bring this far. Going to have to wash her coat.

Raphael is glowering. Oh damn. Did Leo HAVE to tell Mikey about that too? .. Wait didn't Leo say some one had knocked him out?! Grrrr. Sure Lie to him but not to Mikey?! Sonvabitch! The glaring not-turtle stalks towards the voices. stalk stalk stalk!

Between the two unknowingly Mikey looks to Leo to make sure she's alright then slips out to see if he can't find Raph. Seems his job is easy for Raph is stalking angrily down the hall barely keeping her pants up which causes Mikey to snicker. “Did your hair get longer?” Squinting he ponders then adds, “You're such a blonde!” Big hair, big boobs, and he's outta there! Now back into the shower room Mikey glances over at Leo to make sure she's alright then searches for towels. “Raph's coming. Think she might try and kill one of us though she won't get far with her pants falling off.”

Halfway through a scrub Leo pauses as she hears Mikey. “Remind her she looks adorable. That's when she starts throwing things.” Another thirty seconds or so and the water turns off. Leo gives herself a quick once over with a towel and dresses. Not easy still being damp, but she manages. Emerges cleaner and pale. Wow, those are some amazing bruises she's sporting. All from Raph too. Didn't tell everything of course. Sinking back down to that bench, towel pressed to hair, the oldest sits to deal with what is sure to be flailing. No, she really doesn't look so good, not even cleaned up.

Things are bad when Raphael ISN'T shouting. Isn't cursing. Indeed that temper of his is starting to get close to that point no one wants it to ever go. She looms in the doorway, one hand on the pants the other in a fist at her sight, shaking with the sheer intensity of her anger. ”-OUT!-” she demands in a cold, low tone. A finger points towards the hallway.

Turning around while draping a towel over Leo his concern turns to anger as he faces Raph. “Shut up you brat and sit down! Can't you see your brother-sister is a mess?” Waves hands towards Leo then glares hard at Raph. Mikey's being serious for once which won't last long but that ought to be enough to warn Raph to knock it off and stop acting like a two year old throwing a tantrum. Pointing to a bench, “SIT.” Now hands are on hips as he comes towards Raph. “Raph…”

Out? So not moving. Eyes narrow for that, but Leo only warns, “Be careful, Mikey.” That's a very dangerous tone of voice Raph is using. The towel she's using at her head has blood on it when pulled away, and this soon shows as Leonardo doubles over and dry heaves again. Only this time it's not the head wound. “Crap.” Said simply as the leggy woman slides off the bench to curl on the floor. Mostly because she's pretty sure she can't fall off the floor. The change that occurs is actually a rapid one. Pale skin shifts to green and Leo starts taking on his proper form and proportions. Hair slides off to rain down on the tiled floor and fade into nothing, fingers merge, and that shell spreads out to fill the clothing he wears. Of course he's still got all those ugly bruises and a split skull, so he decides to remain where he is in the aftermath. “I am never going drinking again.” Comes the pained whisper from the floor.

Oh no he didn't! Michelangelo is trying to tell himer..her! what to do? “Take a flyin' leap Mikey… ” she hisses out, eyes narrowed. Her patience which is never particularly strong, is thread bare. “I meant you.. not Leo…” take a deep breath. Don't loose it. Gawwwh she wants to break something. She's so focused on Mikey that she doesn't spot Leo shifting back to his wonderful and normal turtle form. It probably doesn't help that her sight is starting to darken on that left side ever so slightly.

The warning goes ignored by the youngest brother. “Haven't you caused enough drama tonight? Leo's hurt and you're being a bitch. Least you can pull that off well.” This is not the time to be dealing with raging hormonal idioic troublemaking sister. If she wants to flail about then so be it. She can flail and he's going to ignore her, “Calm your tits.” With an exasperated sigh Mikey turns to find Leo on the floor changing back to a turtle, “Leo!” Did he hit his head? Glacing back at Grumplelocks he notes she's not changed back yet. Serves her right for starting the fight! If he isn't all of the sudden clawed to death by furious fingernails Mikey goes to see what he can do for the banged up turtle.

Leonardo totally lies through his teeth as he claims in a whisper to Mikey, “I feel so much better now. Thanks, Mikey.” Funny, if he's feeling better why is he still laying on the floor? Having taken care of Raphael for nearly a day and a half, the oldest decides that he can rest now. Eyes close and he quietly passes out. This floor is lovely! Best floor he's ever had. The head wound is only a slight concussion, and looks worse than it is. They always tend to. Otherwise he's completely stressed out from the shock of two transformations and an entirely stressful night of taking care of Raph.

Calm? No there's no calm. And Mikey's lip isn't much helping. She's about to haul off and slug him when the exclamation pulls his narrowing vision to the fallen Leo. There's a another growled swear as Raph tries to move towards Leo too. Which is exactly when the world seems to flip upside down. She grabs at the left side of her face and lets out a yelp and falls. Within seconds she's on all fours, covered in a shower of exploding hair. (Raphael never does anything easy!) The curls and waves of golden hair poof away seconds after they seemingly leap off Raph's head. Scars form, green sheens and the shell shifts into place. The turtle leans his head and hand against the ground and the sweat shirt and paints rip a bit at seams but don't rip due to being sized to fit Leo. With the world no longer spinning and dark Raphael glances up, blinking one eye. The other remains thankfully shut. “Ahh.. we.. We're back? but..How? He said we had to kiss a prince?” this is just too confusing?!!

“You two confuse me all the time. This is nothing new…” Of course neither brother will ever hear the end of this! Mikey is of course knelt down near the passed out Leo checking the headwound then making soft unhappy sounds about the bruising. “The two of you will NEVER be able to pull off a Princess. A hag maybe….”

Leonardo regains consciousness quickly thanks to deft fingers pressing near that wound, but only about the time to hear Mikey say they wouldn't be able to pull off being a princess. “Tha'snot what you were sayin..in the hallway.” It's bleeding a little from having the scab washed off, but there doesn't seem to be any more damage than that. The other bruises are from other things. However, he sure got hit hard last night. If this were any other time he'd flail and force himself to move, but Mikey is there. Can see that form hovering. His brother. “Bet Mikey'd make a great princess.” Pretty, pretty princess! And for some reason he laughs too.

People are starting to gather outside and a couple more boldly move in. ”..Leo!” Surprised at the turtle on the floor. No blame at all is given the other two, and they come over to offer Mikey their help. Some even attempt to help Raph.

Raphael swats people away, grumpy turtle-man that he is. His hand weakly moves away from the scared side of his face and he growls and grumbles. “Get off.. stop! ” swat swat swat. Ugh just what he doesn't want. More people! He drags himself up to his feet, glaring as people help up /his/ brother. Snort! His jaw snaps shut and he manages to keep himself from further yelling or shouting.

“Grumplestiltskin there doesn't mean it yall. Just give him some space before he flails about like a queen.” Mikey helps the others get Leo up as slowly as possible telling those gathered that everything is alright and they just need to tuck the man into his bed then a few can watch over Leo to make sure he's alright through the night. Minor concussion or not the turtles been through a lot. As the others deal with Leo, Mikey moves to Raph and stands close to his snarly brother. “You can't chill can you bro? Asking if you're hurts not gonna get me anything other than growls, snorts and shoves huh?” He's clearly worried about Raph but doesn't think his brother will let him help in any way.

Oh yeah, people give Raph space. The Turtle with the missing eye is one to avoid. So he's left and with Mikey's direction they heft Leo up and carry him off. There are some complaints about how heavy he is, and the complainer gets teased. A small woman edges in, gathers up that coat, as well as the towels and scampers after. Leonardo is taken to his room and put to bed, all the while muttering nonsense. Doesn't take long for him to sleep though. Head down, blankets layered, and he's out like a light.

People don't leave you two alone. No, they wait in the hallway and there are a few who lurk in the door. “Michelangelo? Do you need anything else.” No one asks Raph.

Breaking the Mikey would be a bad thing, wouldn't it? Taking it out on the students? Yeah.. unacceptable. Not that beating on Leo should be either. ”… just like old times… the insanity never stops.. ” and neither do the bumps bruises and other leisions. All they need now is Don clucking about playing doctor. Raphael ignores everyone and finds a bench to flop on to. Breath in! Breath out. Just like Master taught. He pulls the shirt off and tosses it at Mikey cause he's there and Raph is still pissed about the various comments.

“No, I think that's everything guys. Come down from Defcon 1 alert. All is well; move along.” Mikey hopes that they listen for really there's nothing to be done other than to drift away back to lives interrupted and leave Raph to either brood or explode. “Hey, can you manage not to get into trouble least for a day or so? I don't want to have found my brothers and then loose them because of something stupid.”

The people don't look assured truthfully, but there are only slow nods, some dubious looks, and that crowd at the doorway fades away. Leaves Mikey to deal with Raphael. Nothing is said but several are wishing Mikey a good deal of luck. Meanwhile the community doctor finally arrives at Leo's room and the turtle is subjected to another examination. Poor guy is woken up, poked and prodded, and generally made really grumpy. Okay, so not Raphael grumpy, but close!

Wow even a doc on call? Raphael wouldn't know what to say about that…if he'd seen it. Fortunately all he has to deal with now is Mikey. “Shuddup Mikey… I don't want to hear it.” He slowly gets back up, kicks off the pants and meanders towards the showers. He might not be a princess any more, but he's still got some caked on blood (from leo!) mashed potatos, some gravey, and who knows what else from rolling on the ground of the pub. AT least all that stupid hair is gone! Imagine the costs they'd have trying to shampoo it all. He leans against the wall, saying nothing as the shower rains down on him.

Raph's still acting like a princess! Mikey shakes his head though he sticks around to make certain that Raph is physically fine and not about to pass out or bleed all over the tiles. If not spoken to he doesn't speak back though idling seems not to be a skill Mikey has. Eventually Leo is checked up on and Mikey decides to go sequester himself in the kitchen to eat because he's a compulsive eater. Much easier than listening to muttering insanity and getting stone walled by his other brother. Where is Donny?!?! Mental whine occurs from time to time.

Leonardo sleeps through to the next day and well past dawn. Mostly thanks to that doctor, who gave him something to keep him resting. Somewhere between breakfast and lunch finds a turtle making his way to the kitchen. “Where's Mikey?” Asked of someone he passes along the way. Then the next person. No one knows, but when asked Leo nods and accepts the offer to have people looking. So if the youngest is around to be found he's told that Leo's looking for him. The Kitchen! Otherwise he finds a place to sit, for there's a table in a corner, and he's given a large mug of soup. That and another round of painkillers. Which are ignored. Leo's not wearing anything, but that cane is of course near at hand.

Having ate himself into a coma Mikey spend the better part of the night dropping in to check on Leo then playing untold hours of video games till he passed out. When the dead rose the next day he wandered around aimlessly for awhile then considered making himself a skateboard somehow. With plans failing epicly left and right Mikey returned to the Dojo to find a sea of people all telling him that Leo's been looking for him. Ruh-oh. Thus wondering what's going on Mikey arrives in the kitchen by peeping around a corner with his eyes and noting Leo sitting at a table with some soup.

“Why are you hiding?” Asked without even looking over. Splinter's old trick. Quite bravely he takes a sip of the mug. Hmm. This might not be as bad as he thought. Leo takes another, larger swallow and finds his stomach growling for more. “If anything you should be mad at me, not the other way around.” It is weird though. The room is clear of people. Seldom is this time of day. Things sit waiting for preparation, showing he shooed them out. “You okay?” Mug lowers and Leo looks concerned. Did he do more than he remembers? Why did it have to suck last night? Grah.

“I'm not hiding I'm cautiously inspecting.” Especially when there aer angry people around and a ton of weaponry that can be used. Coming out from behind the door to enter the kitchen Mikey waves to the person in here other than Leo and pounces upon an available cinnamon raisin bagel. Well, that one person bailed pretty quick. Oh well. “I'm not mad at you. I'm concerned. Though seriously…” Wags a finger at Leo. “You without all your faculties is creepsome bro.”

A grimace for him being creepy. “It wasn't too comfortable inside my head then either.” Very strange! “I'm sorry, Mikey.” Leonardo lifts his head and looks over. “I don't even know why anymore. All I could think about was getting you to let me go.” In the end he finds he has no excuses. Not even that was really one. Looks down at that mug and turns it around. “I'm sorry.” He knows all his brother was trying to do was help him. “Neither of us was doing well.” Just look at Raph! Damsel in distress is not his brother, yet look at how he behaved. “I can only assume the magic did more than change our bodies.” Hadn't thought about that before and he kind of trails off, frowning at nothing as he mulls. Damn. What if it happens again? What if it happens worse.

“No need…” The weird is over and thus Mikey is over it already. “You flirted with me though.” He makes sure to point this out while popping a bit of bagel into his mouth. “Well, when you weren't trying to hurt me you kinda groped me a time or two too….eww….” Chuckling he stuffs the rest of the bagled into his mouth then comes over to flop onto a chair at the table. “Raph ran like a bat out of hell and you well…flailed. No real harm done and you'd calmed down before someone had to tranq you both.”

Poor Leo nearly spews soup everywhere at being told he groped you. As it stands he spares the table a coat of soup and chokes it down. Leaves him a touch wide-eyed as he coughs in the aftermath. Yeah, looks decidedly uncomfortable there. Okay, mug gets put down and the turtle needs a moment to regain his composure. He is kind of relieved when Mikey joins him at the table. Was worried his brother might avoid him entirely for a while. “I'm sorry.” Chokes out, hands flat on the table. Well, isn't that kind of what a femme fetal is suppose to do? So never, ever saying that though. “I suddenly wish I'd been the princess.” Hand over eyes. It's the only way he can hide here.

That was definitely funny! Nearly worth the experience …nearly. Femme fetale? Dear God Mikey would hope not. It's bad enough he flirted at the nakid women in his brothers room and it turned out to be his brothers. There's not enough bleach to erase these things from his mind. “I doubt that. Raph ran and hid somewhere with his ever flowing gorgeous mane. I think you had the better deal save the head wound and the eww. It's in the past and not your fault so honestly just eat up your soup and we'll forget you were playing dirty.”

There's one thing he's really damn sure of. “You are never going to let me forget this. I know better, Mikey.” Leo does pick up that mug and drink from it though. “I do have to disagree about one thing. I didn't get the better end of the deal. I had to carry Raph's dead weight home, climb a building with him, and deal with his flailing. No, I think I'd really rather have been the princess.” Looks a bit flat-eyed about the carrying him around, but then drinks his soup. Yeah, focus here, Leo. Focus. “He wants to go after the fae who did that to us. I don't even know where to begin looking, but would you like to help?”

Blink. “You were injured and had to carry his whining ass all the way back here? If this is what Princesses are like who the hell would want to save them?” WHO!?!? Mikey even pretends that a salt n'pepper shaker is a Princess going 'save me…save me' throwing in a hairflip which means salt goes every where. “Why in the world would you go after the Fae? Didn't he start the fight? Do you want to be turned into a four boobed bimbo next time? C'mon man you're s'pose to be the one talking people outta things like this.”

Forearms on table, mug between hands, the turtle looks at his brother about dragging Raph home. “The fae didn't give me all these bruises, Mikey.” Leonardo notes levelly. “I don't think he hit me on the head, but that could have been anyone at the bar.” So yes, he was wounded and yet carried Raphael all the way back. Eyes close and he shakes his head about fighting the fae. “That's the last thing I want.” Shoulders slump somewhat as he admits this, “But if I don't that means Raph's going to fight alone. Do I just let that happen?” No, really doesn't want to get changed into a bimbo again. It will likely be worse. “Do I let our brother walk headlong into complete stupidity by himself?” Get the idea he's been struggling with this a bit?

Michelangelo blinks even more, “Raph did that? Why the hell would he do that?” It makes no sense! None of what happened last night makes much sense. There's a bite of his upper lip then he lets his lip go, “Why not stop him? If he can't see things clearly then someone's got to knock some sense into him. Last night he's turned into a girl what happens next time? There shouldn't be a next time. Mebbe cuff him to a radiator or something.”

“And just how would that stop him?” Leonardo asks quietly, really wishing that Mikey had the answers. The eldest actually looks small sitting there. “I'm not his keeper, I'm his brother, and I'm in way over my head. Every time I try to help Raph he hits me. Just how am I suppose to stop him? Why is it automatically me who's responsible for him? Why do I have to clean his messes? He doesn't want me helping. He doesn't really want me even being around I don't think.” Looks away and stops himself there. “All he does is hit me, Mikey. I'm not some abuse victim. I'm not sure how much more of this I will take.”

“Naw, it's not like that.” Mikey folds his arms onto the table then rests his chin atop thusly. “Somethings eating at him. Something bad enough to have him behaving a billion times worse than he normally does. Don't think he doesn't want your help, Leo. If anything this is his way of screaming that he needs us or you or you get the idea.” Why is this happening? Frowning, even with his eyes, the youngest scoots his chair closer to Leo and gives him a one armed hug. “He's just hitting you to be hitting you?”

Yeah, Leonardo could tell something was eating Raphael. The signs were there. He doesn't say anything right away. Looks down at that mug as Mikey talks. Doesn't do anything about the hug either, but it does at least bring the turtle to lift his head. “I think I've been too long alone.” Does Raph hit him just to be hitting? “Nearly twenty years of nothing, and suddenly you two. I feel like I've lost all my defenses. It's..” Pauses and frowns. Then lifts his head and barks, “If that hallway isn't cleared in two seconds I'm going to clear it myself!” No longer quite so small. There's a sudden scrap of mad scramble and he glowers over there a moment. Harumph. “Sorry.” Is offered quietly. “It's not that Raphael is literally hitting me physically, but I can't even offer him something to be nice without him claiming it's so I can keep a leash on him. Or some such thing. Like I want Raphael chained here like some pet dog. I don't have more interesting things to do?”

“Something went wrong with the salsa that's his brains.” Of course that makes sense to Mikey and probably no one else. Raph is spicy and yet good! Aso a bit all over the place at times. “Well he shouldn't hit you anyways. If he's being a dick more than you remember him to be then you ought to just point black tell him what's what. If he doesn't get it then eh… Sucks to be put in a position where you want to help but he won't let you.”

“I have told him he's being an ass.” Leonardo grumps, thinking he's really not getting anywhere. “This isn't like when we were kids, Mikey. Raph's digging his own hole in the ground and I think I'm going to let him do it.” Even if Leo really does want to help. “Sorry to dump this on you. I think thinks are going to be stressful between Raphael and I for a while. I won't keep taking this.” Not that he sounds pleased for his decision.

“You shouldn't have to,” Mikey sighs heavily. His whole body seems to just slump in the chair though he doesn't lean heavily against Leo at all. “Sometimes the only thing family can do is let people make their mistakes and help them in the aftermath and if things get too out of control you can't do a thing about it cause they don't wanna be any way else than they are even though it's bad for 'em.”

As totally weird as it may be, Mikey is right. There's no arguing it. “Are you feeling well?” Leo finds himself asking. “That was actually articulate.” All teasing aside he knows that's how it's going to be. The weak attempt at humor soon fades. “Doesn't mean we have to like it.” Nodding and pushing away that soup. Totally not hungry now. “Just don't let him drag you into anything? I couldn't bear to see you hurt.”

Michelangelo pokes at Leo with a finger, “I charge for sage wisdom like that normally. That one I give you for free.” His brother's know that he's not a few fries short of a Happy Meal though one could believe that if they didn't know him from how he talks and generally how he lives his life in comparrison to normal persons. “I'm not going to get dragged into anything.” Mikey believes that yet history shows that he tends to follow Raphael anyway. He looks up to and sees Raph as his protector so whenever asked Mikey ends up going along with it. This will not make Leonardo happy at all.

Leonardo is poked. He gives a look for it too. There he goes with the faces again. “I think I paid for it a long time ago, in advance.” The turtle disagrees. However, if there's one thing he knows for sure, it's that Mikey isn't stupid. And as Mikey claims he's not going to get dragged into trouble Leo folds his arms and rests them on the table. Sorry, he doesn't buy that one, and his look says it clearly. “I don't have enough fingers, nor toes, to count the times you've done exactly that.” Adding his tail to the mix isn't enough either. Guess turtles can't count too high, huh? “Would you make something for me to eat? No one else here knows how to make things taste right.” Distraction!

Michelangelo rubs a hand against his brothers back in small circles. “It's the thought that counts right?” He can no more leave Raph to his own devices than Leo can. It doesn't matter if they're from different worlds though they can at least try to steer Raph away from trouble. “He ought to stay away from the Fae, thought.” Getting up from the table the turtle makes his way over to the cabinets to start pulling things out to make a proper meal. “He ought to remember everytime he runs into one that he doesn't want to have girl parts again or worse though I'm not sure what's worse than having girl bits. Maybe being turned into a slug.”

The touch is welcome to be honest. Hurting enough to need a little comfort. “I guess.” The thought that counts. And sure enough they are both going to run to help Raph when the time arrives. It's just who they are. “You'll get no argument there.” About staying away from fae. “You're preaching to the wrong choir, Mikey. I'm with you. I think we should leave this thing alone. Find a way to protect ourselves because I don't want to be a girl again.” Elbows on table he rubs at his face. Feels like he got dragged after a truck. “I'm going to talk to some people I know. Maybe they'll know some tricks. I asked Raph for two days. Maybe he'll listen. ..Not holding my breath here.”

A nod from the master chef in the kitchen for everything that Leo's brought up. “Not only a girl but a human one at that. I'm surprised you're not in deep mediation or in therapy somewhere.” Right now Mikey is busy mixing up things to make something edible though it'll need to cook for a little bit. It's not as if either of them had a really pressing matter to attend to. “Wonder what happened to all of the other people that got turned. You know there was this story on the internet about how people got sex-swapped then two people we're all ooo let's try out the nookie and then the one that was supposed to be a guy who got switched into a girl form ended up knocked up and was stuck in that form. Might be something to remember or scare Raph with.” Points a wooden spoon in Leo's direction. “With uhh evidence being what it was an'all…”

Or both. He actually did meditate before leaving his room. The only way he could manage this at all. “I wanted to apologize to you.” Which is why he's here! Watching Mikey cool is actually calming, so Leo remains at the table and lets his brother ramble at him. So what if most of it makes absolutely no sense. You know, sometimes he thinks Mikey got all the brains, even more than Donny, but something went wrong and all the signals got crossed - leaving them with what's here now. Occasional bursts of pure amazing win, and then, well, Mikey. “That's a good question.” About all those other people. “I'll ask at the bar.” While he's out finding out about the fae. “Mikey, you are scaring me.” The whole getting knocked up thing. “Raph couldn't stand himself. I can't imagine him wanting to experiment. …Can we not talk about this, please?” There's a pained grimace for it all. After all, he apparently groped his own brother while under the effects and it didn't turn out well. So doesn't want to go there.