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Michelangelo groggily raised his head, where was he again? He looked around, trying to get his bearings. The most he could make out was blurry abstract shapes, something looking like glowing rectangles, purple glowing rectangles.
Oh.
He was in Donnie’s room.
Oh riiiiiiight he was in Donnie’s room!
As Mikey’s brain reluctantly turned back on, he tried to hold back a yawn before his muscles failed him. He could feel the muscles in his face stretch before he clamped his jaw back together, accidentally letting out a chirp.
He heard a small creak coming from the glowing rectangles, but as he looked back over, he saw it wasn’t the rectangles making the sound, rather an object obstructing the light.
As his eyes finally focused, he could make out that the object in question was actually a chair, Donnie’s spinney chair, and Donnie was also sitting in said spinney chair, looking at him inquisitively.
“Hey Dee” Mikey waved at his older brother, getting a nod in response. “Morning Angelo, or rather night.” Michelangelo squinted at Donnie’s computer screen, trying to make out those small digits that tell the time.
Donnie glanced between Mikey and his monitor, and just flatly said “4:36 AM”, preventing his little brother from straining his eyes too hard. “Huh, I woke up earlier than usual, buuuut-” Mikey glared at Donnie, who just lifted one of his drawn-on-eyebrows, not getting what Mikey was getting at.
“…… but-?” “WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING AWAKE!? YOU’RE ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEE- MFHMF?!”
Somehow Donnie had gotten across the entire room within the span of 3 seconds, and was now crouching by his bed, hand slapped over Angelo’s mouth while looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Are you trying to wake up all of New York, or just everyone else in our family unit?” Donnie asked unenthusiastically.
They both glared at each other, locked in some version of stalemate where they’d both been caught doing something stupid. In such situations, protocol calls for a truce.
Donatello retracted his hand before Mikey could think of licking it or anything, the thought itself made the nerd’s skin crawl. He tucked it under his other arm, effectively crossing his arms.
“You’re still supposed to be asleep-!” The youngest turtle spat in a much quieter and hushed tone this time, glaring daggers into his older brother.
Donatello sighed, dropping his head into his arms, his sigh still ongoing despite being muffled. “Compromise?” the older brother offered. “Sure, if you go to sleep now, I won’t tell the rest of our family how late you stayed up, hell when was the last time you slept?”
“Irrelevant-” Donnie chimed nervously before peeking up from his cozy hoodie sleeves. “-but I meant something more along the lines of me still working on my compu-”
“Nope, either go to sleep now, or I’ll wake up Raph who will also make you go to sleep.” Michelangelo grinned, resembling Donnie’s twin a bit too much, hell that could be an exact replica Leo’s ‘face man’ grin.
“You wouldn’t.” Donnie challenged, partially hiding behind his hoodie sleeves.
“Oh, but I would,” Michelangelo challenged right back, cozy in all of Donnie’s stolen blankets. “that 'irrelevant' of yours told me all I needed to know, you insomniac-" he pointed out while sneering, slight irritation at his brother's persistent disregard for his own already-in-shambles sleep schedule.
"Now it all just comes down to whether or not you’re willing to risk calling my bluff.”
A tense glare persisted between them, mistakable for an intense staring contest, were it not for the pre-established context.
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A sigh, a very long defeated sigh.
“Fine, scoot over, and give me my damn blankets back. Leo already steals them enough as is without you contributing as well.”
Mikey snickered in victory, making space for his brother via rolling over onto his stomach and giving up some of the heavier blankets, knowing those were Don’s favorites. Donnie huffed while tucking himself under his covers, giving his younger brother a glare, who he could see was more than pleased with himself, finally having gotten his older brother to rest.
Donnie sighed, settling into bed while Mikey happily chirped, resting against his brother’s side. “You know you’re not always gonna be able to pull that card, right?” Donnie prompted, willingly giving up his arm that his brother was seizing for himself to use as a teddy bear.
“Eh, for now I can,” Mikey grinned again “so unfortunately for you, for now you’ll be getting at least somewhat decent sleep.” Donnie rolled his eyes, accepting his defeat.
“pft, I’m not even that tired Angelo, this is a waste of time.”
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Less than 10 minutes later, Mikey had to stifle his laughter as his older brother had already started snoring.