A city in Spain, famous for its cathedral, one of the last Gothic temples to be built in Europe. Also, the surname of a famous Spanish guitarist and composer.
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When Raphael heads into the kitchen the next morning, Donatello and Sarina are already seated and Michelangelo is working on breakfast. Donatello rests his bandaged head against Sarina's, nursing a cup of coffee while she waits patiently, still enough to be a statue.
"Hey, Don," Raphael greets as he slides into the vacant seat next to Sarina. "How's the noggin?"
He smiles a little, enough to show the gap in his teeth. "Eh, I'm okay. Just a little sore."
Sarina's pale eyebrows furrow as she glances at him. "Sore? Do you need more aspirin?"
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "No, I'm fine." When she pouts slightly, he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Really, don't worry, my princess. I'll let you know if I need anything."
"I know what'll make you feel better!" Michelangelo says. He clears his throat and twirls around, using his best singing voice as he belts out, "BAAACCCOOONNNNN!"
"Oh, yes please," Donatello says.
"I second the notion!" Sarina adds.
Raphael chuckles and Michelangelo whips back around and starts to make even more breakfast. Raphael can't help but stare, awed by how he can cook so fast that it's as if he has two extra arms. He even manages to get cheese from Ice Cream Kitty in the freezer without burning the omelettes. It's truly a talent.
There's a loud yawn as Leonardo walks in, Destiny dragging herself along behind him. Her hair is still incredibly tangled, her eyes heavy and her pyjamas wrinkled with sleep. She rubs her eyes and stretches, her wings spreading to almost their full length across the kitchen.
"Morning," she drones. She notes Michelangelo cooking and frowns. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mikey. I said I would have breakfast ready..."
"No problemo, Desti-bear! You not waking up before me means you got a good sleep and that is way more valuable than having breakfast on the table when we wake up," he replies with a warm grin.
Her cheeks flush and she mumbles out something along the lines of a thank you as she takes a seat in between Raphael and Leonardo. Raphael glances at her with a slight smile. What Michelangelo said is true—Destiny used to wake up at an ungodly hour due to nightmares and, unable to sleep, would take to making breakfast and having it ready for everyone else. Now, she sleeps an hour or two later than normal.
No early breakfast signifies better management of her trauma and healthier sleeping habits, and Raphael confidently believes that everybody prefers it the way it is now.
"Okay, here's your omelettes," Michelangelo says. "Mushrooms, tomato, and green pepper for Donnie..." He sets the plate down and Donatello digs in with a brief thank you. "And chicken, ham, and some herbs for Sarina!"
She also thanks him and digs in. Michelangelo wastes no time in getting orders from his other three siblings—Raphael orders every meat there is, Leonardo gets ham, green peppers, and olives, and Destiny gets ham, feta, and bacon. Michelangelo puts everything he can in his, including jalapeños and jellybeans.
While the sizzling sound of bacon frying and the smell of eggs and meat fills the kitchen, Leonardo casts a worried glance to the dojo. "Did Master Splinter already eat?"
"Yup! Four kinds of cheese, nothing else," Michelangelo says with a laugh. The smile fades, giving way to something more akin to concern as he sets some finished bacon on the table. "He's meditating now, said he was feeling stressed. I don't like it when he goes all distant and stuff."
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Non-Mutation (Book Four)
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