The morning air was crisp, dew drops shining on building windows. The sun was shining down lightly through clouds of grey, a misty fog lightly lathered the air and covers distant trees. The youngest of the four brothers, Michelangelo, ran on ahead with a front of laughter and tricks; he never considers slowing down, living in the moment was his thing, he can see it through the lace of thick clouds and thin fog. He knows himself well, and he knows when he needs to stop. Though, stopping is not in his dictionary, he does have to slow down to wait for his brothers to catch up.
Even though they may have been more invested in the ninja thing than he is, they sure don't know how to keep up. A large gust of wind wrestles with his allergies, making him sneeze as he's hopping from one building to the next. Not having correct awareness to his landing, he barely makes it and ends up rolling. His forearm is scratched up, a tab bit of blood forms in a bead shape, but he sits up acting like he's fine. He raises a knee to wipe his nose on his jogging pants as he carefully takes a gander to his arm.
There's a settling feeling in his gut, screaming at him with a voice of obscurities and insecurities. He has a slight fear of blood- his blood. Their blood. He was milked, so was Raph, and it's their blood that is meant to cause torment and chaos on others, mutating people. The lady who milked them said she'd make enemies of the world with their precious blood, and there's Rod, he tried to make him fork over his blood and turn him into a mutant.
Mikey stands up as he sees his brothers closing in on the building he's sitting patiently at.
Why anyone would want to be a mutant is beyond him. And if he tries to explain that to his family, they'd just joke about it. Deep down, as he sees them approach with huffs and wheezing, he knows that they feel the exact same way. Their feelings on the matter is identical, but when it comes from him, it's something to ridicule and make fun of. Mikey's long figured out that's because he's the main source of their jokes. He wants to be funny, so they'll make it work, at the cost of his person.
He waves them over, grinning ear to ear.
There's just some days, he wish they'd stop fucking around and take him serious, after all, what if something dire or some horrible butterfly effect happens and he tries to explain or do something but thanks to having never been met with the same level of respect and trust, things don't go well. What if they never end up taking him for real? What'll happen then?
Leo sighs, turning towards the big city with a mellow smile. "It's pretty up here, isn't it?"
"Oh my fuck, god Mikey. Slow the hell down!" Raph complains, stomping over while hunched. Raphael has a lot more to him to carry over buildings, so flips and tricks aren't his entire thing, completely the opposite of Mikey. The youngest adored flipping and acrobatics. If he could, which he probably can someday, he'd love to do gymnastics. Or cheer, ballet would be on the table for him too! Mikey chuckles to himself, running over to Donnie who's walking over slower than the others, staring down at his phone with his headphones being pushed down around his neck.
Michelangelo is light on his toes, pacing infront of the older turtle until he's acknowledged. "Donnie! You have to see if there's any gymnastics gyms around us- no! Ballet! Both! C'mon c'mon!" Mikey is ecstatic, impatient as he jumps at Donnie's phone. Donatello swerves his phone, rolling his eyes as he waits for Mikey to settle before typing at his phone.
"Why's that?"
"Yeah, why do you want to know?" Leonardo comes over, stretching his arms over his head before stopping next to Raph and leaning on him. Fortunately, Raph just let him this time with his back to the three of them, still listening in as he couldn't exactly escape it.
There are times where Mikey knows he's being a bit over the top, or he's too much for his brothers to handle. But, that's a part of him he doesn't control, and they have their own parts of their personalities they don't manage either, so why his is the most problematic is... frustrating?
