Hello there, lads. Hope you enjoy my one-shot!
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Raph was baking cookies in the kitchen, old cabinets covered with dark-green wreaths, speckled with plastic lights strung over the entryway, with a red and white-striped rug set in front of the oven. The six-foot turtle sported a pink apron- what? Pink looked good on him.
The oven was preheated and chimed at him while Raph finished rolling out sugar cookie dough on the counter, atop a sheet of waxy paper so not to stain the counter. He'd smeared the fat glob of dough with handfuls of floor so the rolling pan wouldn't stick to it, and the white residue adhered to his huge hands.
"Donnie!" Raph called over the Christmas music sounding through the kitchen on his T-phone. "Get your butt in here and pick a shape!"
Donnie was in the fireplace-toasted living room, vacuuming the carpet which the party guest- their only guest- would ruin under her stomping feet. Raph paused the music with his elbow and shouted again. "Donnie!"
"What?!" Donnie called over the vacuum.
"Get in here pick a shape for your cookie."
Donnie looped into the kitchen, his neck covered with a snug scarf. At the sight of his untidy brother, hunched over the counter before a sheet of cookie dough, wearing an apron soiled with flour from the top down, Donnie couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" Raph asked.
Donnie spoke through giggles. "You look like a housewife from the fifties."
"Well, this housewife knows how to use this rolling pin more than one way," He lifted the rolling pin like a weapon.
"You were saying?"
"For the third time, pick a shape for your cookie!"
Donnie looked over the counter. His brothers and he had made many cookie cutters, a collection built over the years, to choose from: a snowman, a stocking, Santa, a Christmas tree, a candy cane...Donnie lifted the cutout of Santa and held it near Raph's face. "I take it you call dibs on this one."
"Shut up."
"I'll take the reindeer!" Donnie pressed the cutter against the dough. Raph did end up choosing Santa, to Donnie's utter lack of shock, and together they designed a batch of festive shapes. Raph transferred the pre-baked cookies onto the pan, then lowered them into the oven and punched ten minutes into the timer.
"That should be it for the food," Raph said, wiping his hands on a towel. The turtles had organized dinner for this evening that April brought them, a fat roasted ham garnished with baby tomatoes and peach sauce- Donnie thought it sounded absolutely disgusting, but Raph insisted it wasn't- an ornamental plate of vegetables- carrots, potatoes and cauliflower- a loaf of cornbread, stuffing, and the desserts: Brownie bits and sugar cookies.
"We'll be feasting for days," Raph noted.
Donnie cocked his head.
"So what now?"
"You should probably take a shower before our guest get here, wifey."
Raph nodded, as if to agree with him, then covertly closed his hand around a lump of leftover floor and chucked it at his brother. Donnie closed his eyes and held up a arm, but the power smacked him right in the face, rolling like snowfall down his cheek and onto the fine fabric of his scarf. Donnie gasped at the mess, then glared at Raph, who laughed like a hyena.
"You were asking for it, Pumpkin!" Raph hooted.
"Raph! That's my new scarf!"
"Don't worry, it's white. You can't tell."
Donnie's lips thinned, gladly seeking revenge as he scooped a handful of floor, darting it towards his brother.
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A/N: hope you all enjoyed this one-shot of some Donnie and Raph bonding! I actually wrote this in like, October. But delayed for reasons.