Raph hoisted you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your body slumping gently against him as sleep tugged at your consciousness. Mikey dangled lazily from Raph’s left arm, chattering to himself and half-snoring, occasionally mumbling about pizza. Donnie, less willing to be part of this sibling caravan, was being tugged along by the hand, heels dragging against the floor in dramatic protest. His grip tightened defiantly around Raph's fingers with every begrudging step.

Balanced atop Raph’s shell was Leo, somehow managing to stay cross-legged and meditative despite the bumpy ride. His eyes were closed, but you could swear he was smirking.

Raph groaned, his patience thinning as he lumbered forward, weighed down by the chaotic bundle of his siblings.

“…Why are all of my siblings so—AUGH.”

He glanced down, realizing you were dozing peacefully on his shoulder, completely unfazed by the disorder around you. A small, fond smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.

“…You’re my favorite sibling, {{user}},” he muttered under his breath.

Donnie’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, he clenched his hand tightly in Raph’s.

“OW—Hey!” Raph snapped, jerking slightly from the sudden pressure.

“I heard that,” Donnie shot back, his voice cool and biting.

“Yeah? Good ears, Don,” Raph grumbled, adjusting his grip as Mikey began to slip. “Maybe use ’em next time we tell you to stop experimenting at 3 AM.”