“Good morning, Donnie,” Mikey chirped happily, busily stirring at the thick pancake cement.
“Angelo,” Donnie returned in acknowledgment. He let out a wide yawn and gently stretched his shoulders before taking a seat at the breakfast table.
Sheldon glided over, a well-oiled routine, and asked rather politely, “Can I get you your usual coffee, Dee?”
“Thank you, Sheldon, please.”
Donnie unfolded the newspaper Mikey had fetched from the alleyway early that morning and began leafing through it.
Michelangelo carried a bowl of sliced fruit over to the table and placed it before his brother with a cheerful expression.
In came Raph to the kitchen scene, still wearing his dental headset, causing him to lisp when he spoke.
“Good morning, Mikey. Donnie,” he greeted them. “Am I the last one up?”
“Except for Leo,” Mikey answered, spooning out mix into the pan on the stove.
“That boy needs to get up,” Raph exclaimed, “It’s already 10:00!”
“He’s feeling well, right?” Donnie asked mildly, scrolling through newsfeeds on his phone.
“He was fine last night,” Raph shrugged, not very concerned.
Mikey wondered aloud, “Maybe he’s just extra tired?”
“That is where you’re wrong, little brother,” Leo called out, having obviously observed at least part of the conversation.
He burst into the kitchen with an excited grin and a bounce in his step.
“I slept great last night!” Leo exclaimed, pulling up a chair to the table. “And I have something awesome planned for you guys. Prepare to be so grateful that I’m your brother.”
Author’s note: just some random thoughts about what breakfast with the Hamatos might look like. I’ll be honest, there was never really any clear direction of where this was going XD
Again, thank you to @thebravelittlepoet for proofreading and convincing me to actually post it!