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“You were the last of us to learn to speak,”
Donatello gently pulled a small piece of wool from his younger brother’s hand and Tie a slipknot. Michelangelo stretched out numb legs and stretched his head up on his brother’s shoulder.
father is asleep, Leo is meditating, Raph is watching football at Casey’s house, Klunk was locked in the bedroom,Except for he’s aggrieved scratching at the door,TV remote, refrigerator, and the few hours of Donnie‘s unrepaired time , is Michelangelo’s most pleasant afternoon of the week.
This year, Raph decided to knit their father a tea cozy for Christmas gift -- as for how Michelangelo knew about Raph’s Christmas gift plan, it is an “Unexpected and understandable”reason, though he deserved many of the consequences of his prank, but this time he was really innocent, all because he had overlooked the fact that --
Cats have no resistance to wool ball congenital, don’t They?
Like gravity or storms or love.
“Well...”the wool went round and round between his hands, and Michelangelo’s eyes began to nod off, and his brain began to empty.
“you are a fussy eater when you were a kid,so you looked little bit small,but cute....”
““HMM.”The turtle nodded reluctantly, trying to pull his mind back when his brother praise him cute. “I’ll at least call you names..”
“The first word you’ll say is my name, I thought maybe I could always help you with bed-wetting,”said Donatello, without the ‘Sharing your five-year-old bed-wetting folly every year at the family dinner table.’
“MMM,”murmured Mikey, who knew that Donnie would not laugh at him, never.
“Do you remember your first full sentence?”
'What? “
little turtle began to shake his legs to prevent drowsines because Raphael threatened to literally choke his little brother with his cock if Mikey didn’t knit up all the wool by the time he got home.
“You were a huge fan of commercials, especially for breast implants.”
“Uh-huh, I was the first of us to guess April’s bust measurement... Ha-wai-ah...”he tried to go over Raph’s dirty and slutty warning in his mind, covering his yawn with wool.
“You do have extraordinary powers of observation, Mikey,”Donatello chuckle. “I don't know how you got such an annoying mouth, father always hold you to watch TV in order to let you learn to speak
So Michelangelo turned his head and reflected on what he could learn from father’s favorite soap opera?
“Frankie, hurry up. My husband’s coming home.”
“Jessyca, you can’t marry Pinkman because you’re his long-lost sister.”
“Why are you wearing such sluty clothes?”
Are you serious?
Mikey, Dad may browse Adult swim or Pornhub at night, but he would never drag you to see something like this when you were a kid.
”I... don’t remember what I Said?”
“You said, ‘I love you,’”Donie said with a smile, a look of contented about the memory in his eyes,
“Well, it looks like I've been poisoned by many soap operas.”Mikey shrugged.
the youngest turtle had learnd slacking off, pulling pranks, and grinding his baby teeth at Donnie’s shell before he was as tall as a sofa..
As for why it is Donnie, Presumably because Leo is already training early and late to be a leader, Raph like to scares his brothers —
this muscular turtle was an absolute sewer-bully when he was a kid, and only Donnie is so patient that he can forgive him eight times each minute.
“Well, I remember you saying to me, ‘I love you too.’”
“Yes, Mikey, my first memory is of loving you.”
“Me Too, man,”he said cheerfully,
Mikey looked up into Donie’s eyes, those chocolate-colored eyes shining beautifully and softly, and the upturned corners of his mouth were clearly an invitation to kiss, Mikey couldn't help but look up and rub his face intimately against his brother's cheek.
“Oh, by the way, if we kiss now, can you invent a machine to wind up the rest of the wool?”
“I thought you wanted to choke on Raph’s cock,”His brother blinked his eyes and said in an uninformed tone.
Damn, why does Donnie look so good when he’s fooling?
“Oh come on, Donnie...”Mikey groaned with a headache at the thought of Raphael’s sworn threat, then leaned back against the breastplate of the purple mask mutant turtle and blinked at his brother,
“You don’t want to waste all the time on this nonsense tonight, do ya?”
Michelangelo looked innocently and innocently at Donatello’s widening smile,
“You drive a hard bargain, don’t you?”
Then Mikey opened his mouth and never had a chance to bargain again..
The End
“你是我们中最后一个学会说话的，”
多纳泰罗轻柔地从幼弟手里拉出一小段毛线，将手里的一小坨毛线打了个活口，米开朗基罗伸直点发酸的腿，仰头抵在他哥哥的肩膀上伸了个懒腰。
父亲在睡觉，李奥在冥想，拉菲在凯西家看球，除了Klunk因为被关进卧室而发出的委屈挠门声之外，电视遥控器，冰箱，还有多尼这周仅剩的几小时非修理时间，构成了米开朗基罗本周最惬意的午后。
拉菲今年决定今年圣诞节给父亲织一个茶壶套——通常来讲圣诞礼物是保密的，每个家庭成员为彼此准备的礼物都是私下进行的，至于米开朗基罗到底是怎么知道的拉斐尔的圣诞礼物计划则是由于一个“意料之外情理之中的”原因，虽然米开朗基罗的恶作剧导致了诸多后果都是他活该，但这一次他真的是无辜的，一切都只是由于他忽略了一个事实——
猫天生对毛线球毫无抵抗之力，不是吗？
就像地心引力，狂风暴雨或者爱情。
“唔…”毛线一圈一圈从双手间绕过，米开朗基罗的的眼睛开始发直，脑子也开始放空了。
“你那时候特别可爱，因为挑食，个子很小一点点，但是特别可爱。”
“嗯。”橙头带的乌龟勉强点点头，注意到他哥哥说了两遍“可爱”，并试图在有人夸他可爱的时候把思绪拉回来，“我至少会叫你们的名字。”
“你最先会叫的是我的名字，我想可能跟我总帮你搞定尿床。”多纳泰罗想了想，没有摆出“每年都在家庭聚会餐桌上分享你五岁尿床的蠢事下饭吃”的调侃表情，
“唔唔，”麦奇咕哝了一声，他知道多尼不会这样，从来都不会。
“你还记得你第一句说完整的话吗？”
“什么？”小乌龟开始抖腿，防止昏昏欲睡提前让自己寿终正寝——Raph扬言如果在他回家之前没有把所有的毛线团好，他真的会用老二噎死自己的亲弟弟。
“你那时候特别爱看广告，尤其是丰胸广告。”
“嗯哼，我是我们中第一个猜出来爱普尔准确三…哈围啊……”他试图在脑子里把拉菲又脏又荡的警告再过一遍，用手里的毛线捂住了哈欠。
“你确实有超乎寻常的观察力，麦奇，”多纳泰罗咯咯笑了起来，“我不知道你日后为什么这张嘴变得这么烦人，当年父亲为了教你学说话，经常抱着你看电视剧打盹。”
于是米开朗基罗偏头想了想，他能在父亲的言情剧里面学点什么？
“弗兰克，快点，我老公要回来了。”
“杰西卡你不能嫁给平克曼，因为你是他失散多年的亲妹妹。”
“你怎么穿品如的衣服？”
你认真的？
麦奇，父亲也许会在夜里浏览Adult swim或者pornhub，但他在你小的时候绝对不会拉着你看这种东西。
“…不记得，我说的什么？”
“你说，‘我爱你’。”多尼轻笑着说，眉眼间透着对这段回忆的满足表情，
“好吧，看来我当年没少受三点八档言情剧的荼毒。”
麦奇耸耸肩，他还没沙发高的时候就已经学会偷懒，撒娇，恶作剧，以及，啃多尼的壳子磨牙。至于为什么是多尼，大概是因为李奥已经在为了作为一个领袖而起早贪黑，而拉菲只会吓唬人——这只肌肉发达的乌龟小时候绝对是下水道恶霸，唯有多尼耐心绝卓，一分钟都能原谅他八次。
“唔，我记得当时你对我说，‘我也爱你’。”
“是的，麦奇，我这一生第一个记忆就是爱你。”
“我也是，伙计。”他开心的说，
温暖的满足感漫过他的胸口，如同一股奔腾的暖流，他抬头迎上多尼的目光，那双巧克力色的眼睛散发着瑰丽而柔和的光芒，上扬起的嘴角显然是一个亲吻的邀请，麦奇忍不住抬头磨蹭他哥哥的面颊。
“哦，对了，如果现在打个啵，你能发明个劳什子机器把这剩下的毛线缠完吗？”
“我还以为你想被Raph噎死。”他哥哥眨了眨眼睛，用一种毫不知情的语气说。
该死的，为什么多尼自作聪明的时候也这么好看？
“哦拜托，多尼…”想到拉斐尔信誓旦旦的威胁，麦奇不禁头疼的地呻吟，然后干脆仰头靠在紫头带变种龟的胸甲上，看着他哥哥眨了眨眼睛，
“你也不想把今晚睡前的所有时间都浪费在这坨毛线里吧，Donnie？”
米开朗基罗天真又无辜地看着多纳泰罗逐渐扩大的笑脸，
“你真会讨价还价，不是吗？”
接下来他张开了嘴，却再也没机会讨价还价了……