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[b][center][color=C5E44B]TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=C5E44B][I][B]NEW YORK CITY[/B][/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=C5E44B][b]BIRTHDAY BASH[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][INDENT][hr][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][color=DARKGRAY]The kitchen admittedly had seen better days before the chef took over last night to prepare for the party. Nothing had been cleared yet, as evidenced by the countertop still covered in flour, the pile of dirty dishes left unattended in the sink, and the stand mixer now requiring a deep clean after the mess it had made. Not to mention the music blasting in the background despite the complaints. Michelangelo insisted he needed it loud to [color=DC6640]"make the cakes taste better"[/color] when Raph threatened to hurl the portable speaker into the brick wall. And he would've done it for sure if not for Mutation Day—the day he and his brothers mutated. Sensei didn't like to celebrate it and spent the entire time alone in his dojo, but he hadn't forbidden them from celebrating. Regardless, Mikey made sure to bake a light cheesecake, let it cool in the fridge overnight, and then place it at the entrance of the dojo for his father, a tradition he maintained every year as a way to show his appreciation.

The oven timer went off, causing Mikey to scramble for the chocolate cake. He put on some oven mitts, custom-made for three-fingered hands, and carefully pulled out the pan. It already looked delicious, ready for the final touches before it could be served. The cake still needed frosting—plain vanilla because Donnie had asked for it in advance—and that could easily be made while it cooled. Then, there were still plenty of chocolate sprinkles left for last year to satisfy Raph. And the powdered sugar made explicitly for Leo was stored in an airtight container, ready to be sprinkled on his slice. For Mikey, all he wanted was for his bros to be happy.

[color=C64235]"Your taste in music's still pretty weird."[/color]

Raphael didn't intend for his little brother to scream that loud, but it was funny to see him jolt nevertheless. Besides, it was payback for the shit he pulled last week with dish soap and the shower. Nuff said. Mikey was staring daggers at him as he set the pan down hard on the countertop. Raph just shrugged and took a seat on the bar stool, [color=C64235]"Don't blame me for being so easy to scare. Plus, it's payback for the stunt you-"[/color]

He tried to reach for Mikey's phone, lying on the countertop in front of him, to change the song to something actually pleasing to the ears. But within a split second, he had no time to react to getting headshot'd by a decent-sized chunk of cake batter. Mikey grabbed his phone just before it hit his brother square in the face, still holding the spatula used to fling the batter. Raph felt embarrassed that he let his little brother get away with such a cheap shot, even if he was too quick. Sensei would've scolded him for using it as an excuse and then lectured him on not being more aware of his surroundings. And it would have been utterly humiliating if Fearless saw it. He wasn't above doing something as petty as ridiculing his brothers for not being disciplined enough, even if he insisted it was meant to motivate them to do better. Now, the thought that it could've been used against him alone made Raph furious.

Mikey's poor attempt at stifling his laugh ended the second he saw how mad his older brother was. He realized how he fucked (it was fortunate neither Leo nor Papa could read minds, or he'd be royally screwed) up mutation day, but it still appeared savable. So it meant doing the only other thing Mikey was good at besides Fortnite and skateboarding: damage control. He quickly tossed the spatula towards the sink as if it were evidence at a crime scene. Raph remained still in the stool and kept quiet; he was just breathing heavily, his eyes twitching and knuckles turning white. The fact that he hadn't blown up yet was a great sign. Then Micky got in front of him and began bowing, his arms stretched forward with the phone.

But before his little brother could speak, Raph stood up and snatched the phone. Don't get him wrong, he appreciated the effort (even if it went a little overboard) and the fact he was [i]that[/i] quick to apologize. [/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT]
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