ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Guilty Confessions

"Leo. . . Leo—" His voice was shaky and scared.
"Yes? What's wrong— Hermano you alright-?"
". . . Wh- Where are we— We're not—"
"No, we aren't back there." He interrupted, shifting and turning on the lamp beside the bed. "See? We're still at Draxum's."
". . Okay. Thanks—"
"No prob dude. Now go back to sleep it's literally two in the morning."
He just murmured something inaudible, shifting around slightly and going silent.
He rolled his eyes, turning off the lamp and going back to sleep. "Night Hermano."
"Mmmnight—" He mumbled in response.

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"Oh my pizza supreme wake up already!" The slider whined, dragging out the Y in the last word. He flopped onto the bed, making sure he didn't hit the latter's shell. "You're so boring!"
"'Nardo— It is four fifteen in the morning. . Go back to bed." He growled, pulling the blanket over his head.
"But I'm bored and you know I can't go back to sleep once I'm awake!"
"Then go bother papa. ."
"But he's gonna throw me off a roof!"
"No he won't. You're fine—"
"He did it once didn't he?"
"I don't care. . ."
He gasped dramatically, slapping his hand on his chest. "Yes you do! I know you do!"
"No. . I don't."
"You're just in denial."
"No, you're in denial. . About more things than one."
"What?! What does that mean?!"
"Take it how you will."
"Fine." He huffed, frowning. "Hey wait don't go back to sleep!" He exclaimed, snatching the blanket and yanking it off the latter.
He grumbled, curling in on himself and shoving his face into the pillow.

"C'mon sleeping beauty, I ain't leaving you alone, but I'm not staying here." He picked him up, chuckling at the fruitless tired struggling of the latter. "Dude, it ain't working."
"Release me peasant!" He snapped, brow ridges furrowed angrily.
"No can do Hermano." He opened the door with his foot and walked out, carrying him to the living room and setting him down on the couch. "We're gonna watch a movie."
"Fine."
"Good! Now what movie do you wanna watch?"
"Lion King."
"Uhh, interesting choice but alright. Which one? One, one and a half, two—"
"Don't you dare speak of that disgraceful film around me."
"What? Lion King two?"
"Yes." He hissed.
"Alright, alright— One it is then."
He nodded, stealing a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and wrapping himself up in it.
"So, what's your favorite part?"
"The part where Mufasa dies."
"Oh. That's alright though 'cause mines when scar dies"
"What?! Why??"
"Because Simba solos."
"He does not, Scar is the best character other than the hyenas."
"Why? Is it because they remind you of yourself?"
"No, because they remind me of you dumb dumbs."
"And I guess scar reminds you of yourself?"
"Yes. And how I'm far superior to you all." He grinned.
"Right. ." He dragged out the word skeptically. "Says the one who is wrapped up like a burrito right now requesting Lion King as the movie of choice."

"Is there a problem? I don't suppose you want me to point out each scientific inaccuracy for another movie, do you? How about Bambi? Or Fox and the Hound? Or One hundred and One Da—"
"Okay! Okay I get it! You prove a point—"
"Good, glad we can come to an agreement on that."
"Fine whatever but we're getting through the end credits just for that."
"Fine by me, I could list off each individual actor and which role they play."
"No! There will be no listing of anything! Or I'm gonna suffocate you with a pillow!"
"Ooo, finally using big words now aren't we?" He grinned, receiving a pillow in the face.
"I told you!"
"I didn't list anything you imbecile!"
"Boys, what is this commotion?" The Baron suddenly walked in, his usual robe and slippers on.
"I wanted to watch a movie but this dumb dumb is being mean!"
"How so?"
"I am not being mean, he's just being dramatic."
"I call bull!"
"Shouldn't you be resting? All your roughhousing is going to reopen your wounds." 
"Well I was going to go back to sleep, but he dragged me out of the bed and threw me onto here."
"I did not drag you, nor did I throw you!"
"It seemed so."
"Liar! Don't believe him!"
"Alright, well if you didn't do such things what did you do?" The sheep man questioned, beginning to brew a cup of coffee for himself.