Birthday Blues 6Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT (sadly)
Summary: Splinter talks with the three eldest
Warnings: Ha none at all, this is a family fiction
Note: Original outline and beta'd/edited by Dondena
Entering the small dojo, he could see his three eldest children mucking about. Clearing his throat, they immediately stopped turning to stand before him. A light blush crossing their faces at having been caught mucking about when they should have been practicing. It was however one of the few times Splinter had more important things on his mind; that he didn't reprimand them.
"Sit, my sons," Splinter knelt and motioned for his sons to copy him.
The three turtles immediately did as instructed, waiting patiently for their father to say what was troubling him.
"My sons, I have just been with Michelangelo and he is still quite distressed. Is there something that you haven't told me about what happened between you all?" Splinter decided straight forward was the best option.
"No, Master Splinter, we told you