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If you told Raphael yesterday that when he woke up today he would wake up to his oh-so-great-and-intelligent-leader about to put a knife in a microwave, he would have laughed in your face...and then in Leo’s face. And yet at 6 in the morning, here we are.
"Leo, the shell are you trying to do?" Leo quickly spun his head around to address his brother,
"Im heating up the knife so it can cut through the butter? The butters too hard and i wanted it on my toast" Leo spoke like it was just common sense. Raph just staired at his blue brother in stunned silence. Why not just wait for the butter to soften? Run the knife under hot water? Or use the hot toast to melt the butter? Y'know NOT the one option that will blow up the microwave?!
"Leo, instead of pulling a Donnie and killing us all with a microwave explosion, how about you sit and wait for Mikey to wake up and make food?" Even though what Mikey made for food was toeing the line between edible and radioactive, it was still better then whatever the shell leo was trying to do.
"Mikey isn't here remember? He spent the night at Leatherhead's again, he will be back at 3" just as leo had finished explaining Donnie came waddling out of his room, eye bags and all. Donnie found his way past leo into the fridge and pulled out a little cup of yogurt, he then opened the cabinets until he found some granola and a spoon. Which, to any onlookers would be normal but to Raph it was anything but,
"Donnie you hate yogurt and granola? You always talk about how it feels weird and stuff," Raph was aware of his purple brothers sensory issues, having to avoid lots of foods simply due to texture.
"Well for you information, it is the only quick and available breakfast food that still has the right amount of nutrients you need in a breakfast, so wile yes, i do find the texture appalling, today i will have to live with it," Donnie reasoned, he waved his spoon around to emphasize some sort of point. By this time Raph was annoyed, one brother is too stupid in a kitchen to safely make food, and the other is too sleep deprived to actually make food he will properly eat. It seems that Raph is once again needed to save his brothers shells.
"Ok thats it, Donnie put that stuff away, Leo for the love of pizza would you please take the knife out of the microwave, and both of you go sit, NOW," by the end of Raph's list of demands the irritation was already leaking into his voice. He loved his brothers, truly, but they could be so dumb sometimes. Leo opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly shot down with a glare.
Wile the other two moved to sit themselves at the kitchen island Raph skillfully cleaned up… whatever Leo was doing. He had to physically stop when he spotted Leo's "toast" sit on the counter top, it was burnt so bad it looked like a void into nothingness, needless to say it was quickly slid into the trashcan. Landing in the bin with a noise more akin to a brick than a piece of bread. "Now because apparently two teenagers find themselves completely unable to cook," Raph turned back to his brothers across the kitchen island. Donnie opened his mouth to make a point but quickly closed it when he met eyes with Raph "I am going to be making eggs for you idiots ok? How do you want them?"
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Making eggs was simple enough, turn on stove, put pan on stove, butter pan, make eggs. Omelette for leo, making sure to include a good amount of nutrients for energy because that guy does not know when to take a break from training, Scrambled eggs for Donnie, made with milk mixed in with the raw egg to make it more creamy so he will actually eat and enjoy it, and finally a runny egg for himself, simple, easy, done.
Two plates clicked onto the kitchen island, a plate going to each cool toned brother,
"Here, eat," Raph said huffing as he slid the plate of food to their respective people, wile he simultaneously sat in his own seat and began violently shoving his food in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye Raph could see Donnie look up from his T-phone, poking at his scrambled eggs, clearly suspicious of it. Raph rolls his eyes as he assures his purple brother that he would be fine, "Don stop eyeing the eggs like they offended ya. I made 'em with milk and stuff, makes them creamer, just how you like em," Donnie gives Raph one more look before slowly taking a bite. Thankfully, after a few seconds, Donnie considers his food up to standard as he continues eating wile going back to scrolling on his T-Phone. Leo on the other hand, is staring at Raph questionably, back completely straight (or as much as it can be for having a shell). Raph rolls his eyes again and turns his head to his other brother, stating harshly, "and whats up with you?"
"Whats the catch?" Was all leo responded with. Donnie looked up from his phone to listen, nodding his head along with Leo. Raph rolls his eyes for a third time now (his eyes are going to roll out of his skull at this rate).
"Why's there always a catch with you? Can i not just help my idiot brothers, to y'know, not be idiots?"
"No, you can't,"
The two brothers stared at each other from across the kitchen island as donnie went back to scrolling on his phone. Its not uncommon to see the red and blue brothers butting heads, nagging and pushing each others buttons. Raph sighs and pulls his had down his face, clearly done with the situation.
"If ya dont want it, dont eat it, its that plain and simple," y'know what? If his oh-so-wonderful-leader/brother wanted to eat the charred brick that was currently in the trash rather then the perfectly eatable omelette in front of him, then why stop him? Thats his own dumb call to make. Eventually the two brothers staring match comes to an end and all three brothers silently enjoy their food. And if Raph heard a quiet 'Thank you' come from the eldest quadruplet, Leo would surely deny it.