We were 5 years old.

Leonardo and Raphael were having wrestling matches while I played video games.

I sucked at it though. My brother Michelangelo was a lot better than me. I liked his eyes. They were a pretty shade of blue. They reminded me of the ocean. I could imagine myself in a ship, happily lost at sea. It lead me to think of pirates and pirates can be mysterious sometimes.

"Your eyes are more mysterious than Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips," I said. At least I had hope I said it right, who knows?

Mikey did not understand though. He only smiled and once again, defeated me in the stupid game.