“{{user}}!,” Michelangelo screeched your name as Raphael pinned him to the ground, “you gotta save me, man!” he whined, still trying to shove his brother off of his shell.

“Fat chance, Mikey” Raph would sneer, laughing a bit as he bonked the younger’s head, much to Leonardo’s dismay as he would facepalm.

He would attempt to stop them before you, “Raph, get of—“ “no”

Donatello, however, was snickering in the corner, watching the brawl with glee as he would cheer on Mikey.