Fifth floor common room - Friday afternoon

[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raphael was finally awake and in the common room. He supposed he'd have to adjust his schedule to start doing the whole 'going to class' thing again, but who really cared for now? He certainly didn't. If Namine or Donnie needed him they could knock, same with anyone else, and Mikey was always with him.

Speaking of which, Little Mikey was on his shoulder, clinging as Raphael positively taunted him with cereal. It wasn't that he hadn't been fed, simply that he was sure the cereal was much more tasty than what he'd been given. The tiny turtle made a squeaky hiss of protest, butting against Raph's neck.

Raph's eyes rolled over to his brother. "What? I fed you, you can't have my cereal. One sugar bomb is as big as your head, dude." He turned his attention back to the TV. "What the hell is this, anyway? 'Reptar: On Ice'? Whatever." Really, he was only half paying attention in the first place. "Looks like something you'd get into, Mikey."

He continued to ignore Mikey's protests as the program began to go into a chant of "Reptar, Reptar! Gotta find that Reptar!"


[OOC: Open, of course. Grumbly Raph as always :3]

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Small critters about yay big," Willow said, indicating with her hands. "They're known for biting people and making them do the wacky."

[abhorsentobe.livejournal.com]

Wacky didn't sound good, Sabriel decided after considering the word for a moment. "What kind of 'wacky'?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Unfun wacky," Willow said. "Like you think you're somebody or something else."