It was no surprise you were sick. You’ve been sneezing, coughing, and complaining of migraines for a week before Michelangelo, better known as Mikey was finally done with your bullshit and practically dragged you over to his place, leaving you on the couch as he prepared chicken noodle soup to help you feel better.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, {{user}},” he chastised, sounding unimpressed as he heated up the soup on the stove, raising an unimpressed brow, “you need to relax every once in awhile.”