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*Shaking in a tune able to shatter glass* THE WAY THAT I LIKE THIS FIC IS SO NORMAL. SO SO NORMAL. I LIKE IT SUCH A NORMAL AMOUNT

But okay okay first of all: thank you SO MUCH for writing Raph and Donnie being silly bros w each other because we need more that in our life's! Also! A playful Raph? Oh gosh yesh yesh yesh 100% yesh!!! The way he is so silly and teasy w Donnie here is so cool and amazing aaaaaaa

Stay Quiet (TMNT 2012)

Author's note: I'm in a TMNT brainrot right now. IT'S DESPICABLE. Here's a small fic I wrote yippee!

TW: none. This is a tk fic!!

Ugh...

Out of all the days, why did Donatello have to be on patrol duty tonight? He and April had made plans to hang out and watch the latest saga of cheesy over-the-top horror films. (Donnie had insisted that they'd be more comedy than anything.) The turtle had practically begged Splinter to let him stay in the comfort of their base - he promised he'd go straight out to patrol with Leo tomorrow - but to no use. To make matters worse, he'd gotten stuck with Raph, his extra stubborn (slightly) older brother.

Donnie loved his brother, of course, but his temper could be a little much - especially when he didn't get his way.

The younger sighed and idled on the rooftop of what seemed to be an old department store, waiting for Raph to catch up. Raphael made no real attempt at hurrying, despite the annoyed expression his brother shot at him.

"Raph, just- come on. I don't want to be here either!"

"What? I'm just walkin', Donnie. You got problem with that?" The red-masked turtle responded, sarcastically. He wasn't even making a real effort to walk towards Donnie - just casually strolling, 'seeing the sites.'

Donatello groaned, his usual overly-analytical demeanor fading by the second. Usually, he'd outsmart Raph's bad attitude with some smart comeback, some snide remark - but he was almost too tired to care this time.

"No, Raphael, I have a problem with you not taking our time into account. It's late, you nitwit," Donnie waved his arms in exasperation, about to absolutely lose it, "Come ON!"

Raphael just snickered - still walking at his same slow pace. "Fine," Donatello sat down daintily on the rooftop and waited, pretending not to care. "I'll be here when you want to make an effort."

Minutes passed, and the purple-masked turtle grew tired. His gaze turned soft as he stared down at the city lights, his eyes slowly closing...

...

"RAAAAH," Donnie was jolted awake by swift footsteps hurling towards him, when all of the sudden -

BAM

Donnie screeched, dazed. His brother was now on top of him, straddling his legs. "HEY! What th-" the younger was swiftly cut off - "Shhh!" Raph exclaimed, putting a finger to his lips-- signaling Donnie to be quiet.

Raphael whispered, "The krang,"

"The kran-MFFP-" Raph firmly placed a hand on Donnie's mouth - looking around, acting uncharacteristically nervous.

"Donnie, the krang! You have to be quiet - you wouldn't want them to hear you, right man?" There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he said this, and Donatello knew something was up. He eyed Raph suspiciously as he ripped his brother's hand off his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, he was met with a swift jab to his side.

"What are you- hEY!"

"Tsk, Tsk, hasn't sensei taught you anything?" With a shit-eating grin on his face and zero hesitation, Raph instantly dug his fingers into the soft shell of his brother's sides.

"Wahaha!! Rahahaph-- Rahaphaehehel!!-"

"Hey, it's your funeral! Not my fault you're taking this lightly."

Donatello swiftly grabbed onto both of his brother's wrists, struggling to keep them from resuming their attack.

"Hehe - Raph, this is so not funny!"

"Really? Huh, you seemed to be laughing pretty hard, smiles."

With one swift movement, Raph freed his hands and quickly scooted up; successfully trapping his brother's hands under his knees.

"Raph! Wait, wai-"

"Shall we resume, buddy?"

Before Donnie had a chance to respond, he's met with eight fingers rapidly scribbling across his front shell.

"nahaHAHA! RAHAHA- YOHOHOUHAHA-"

"Oh, I think they can hear you! Shhh! Dude, you gotta be quiet!"

"THEHEHEN- *snrk* DOHOHON'T- NAHAHA-"

"Man, you find this really funny, don't you?"

Donatello couldn't tell if his face was red because of how much he was laughing or because of those dumb teases his brother kept throwing out.

Raphael gasps mockingly, "Oh shoot! Donnie, they're here!" He momentarily pauses his attack on his younger brother's sides.

"Whahat? Rahaph, get ohoff!"

"Shh shh shh shh..."

Raph looked around, completely silent.

As much as he attempted to, Donnie couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that began rising.

Raph slowly turned to Donnie, bending down and cusping his hand around his own mouth as if he were telling a secret, "Oh no, Donnie! I think they... FOUND YOU!"

The eldest instantaneously slipped his hands into the younger's underarms. Donnie wished he could forget the unearthly sound he made - he knew Raph would never let it down.

"WAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEEHEHAHA--"

"It's out of my hands, dude! You weren't quiet enough," Raph can't help but chuckle along with his brother. He'd rather die than admit it, but childish activities like this were kind of ... nice.

"RAHAHAPH- YOHOHOU AHHAARE- SOHOHO DUHUHUHUMB!"

Raph, seeing that his younger brother seemed to be getting tired, sighed sarcastically and finally let up, holding his hands up in retreat, "Fine, fine, ya big baby."

Raphael got off his brother and practically resumed their nightly activities like nothing had happened. Donnie glared at him, still a pile of giggles on the floor, "You're soho dehehead, Raph..."

"I'd like to see you try, smiles," Raph shrugged and, without another word, sprinted to the rooftop across from Donnie.

"Wha- get back here!"

Maybe spending time with his brother like this wasn't so bad after all.