The remote.
It seems to be almost holy in their home; a thing all of them can fight for, yes, even Donnie sometimes fights for it to be able to see some documentary.
Mikey and Raph often break something when they fight over it; more often than not the thing is the remote itself.
Splinter can easily tell them to go to their rooms if they don’t give him the remote when he wants it; even though all of them grumble about it the whole way, using words such as Dictator Rat when they think he can’t hear them.
Leo can also fight for it: but he uses words more than fists, and most of the times its enough with the ‘I-am-your-leader-obey-me-now’ tone.

This evening there seems to be another fight, which was the reason why Leo and Mikey sat in the kitchen, the first of the two glancing towards the TV now and then while the latter didn’t bother to pretend and just stared.
Today there was wrestling on TV, but also a documentary about… something none of them could remember, except that it was so boring even Splinter wasn’t interested.
So the evenings fight was Raph VS Don.
For now Raph was sitting in the sofa, a Dr Pepper in one hand and grinning like the bloodthirsty turtle he was as he watched ugly humans trying to kill each other.
Enter Don.
They looked on as the smart turtle walked towards the TV, hands oily from whatever he was working on and a tired expression on his face.
They tensed when he sat down in the sofa next to Raph, mumbling something they couldn’t hear to the hothead.
Leo was fully prepared to leap in to defend his gentle brother and Mikey was just looking for a good but rare ‘Don-yelling-at-Raph’ moment.
But instead of the fight they had been expecting…
“Man, Raph is SO whipped!”
Leo could only agree as he watched the hothead willingly give the remote to the genius, who was smiling thankfully in return before he laid his head on the other turtle’s shoulder.
Yes, very whipped.
Maybe he could get Don to interrupt their fights from now on?