HereWord: Chair.More Like This
Pairing: Mikey/ Don/ Mikey.
Warnings: Turtlecest, depression.
"I don't feel so good "
Donatello looked away from the blueprint he was working on, his dark eyes quickly scanning Mikey's body.
No wounds. No signs of illness.
Only tired, tired eyes.
Don put down his pen and got up from the chair, walked up to his brother and wrapped his arms around him.
Mikey shuddered and leaned in, a whimper escaping him.
"There, there " the olive green turtle murmured, rubbing his carapace as he did.
"Why does why must it be me?" Mikey whispered into Donatello's neck, unknowingly making his brother shudder.
"Because the world doesn't like us, and maybe your parents had it," Don leaned back a little from Mikey to look at his face, "though I don't think normal turtles have depression." He admitted and smiled a little.
Mikey bit his lip.
"I wanna be a normal turtle."
"Really? And leave me?"
Mike took a double-take at that; the slight tremble of Don's vo