Abominable Snowman Campfire - Early Tuesday Morning

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Raph was up early on account of not actually having gone to bed the night before. He'd sleep later, but for now he was out poking a stick at the small fire that he'd started. A growing turtle needed breakfast, after all. He wasn't stupid though. Living with three brothers and a surprisingly hungry rat for a father meant that he knew to always cook extra or go without.

He didn't even notice as a snowflake, very unusual for this time of year, floated down and landed on his head. He swiped at the tingling feeling, then frowned and went back to cooking. A few seconds later, he raised an eyebrow.

"Why am I cooking my own breakfast? Why isn't someone cooking FOR me? They expected ME to cook? Oh no they di'in't!" he looked outraged, rather like a drama queen or someone from America's Next Top Model. He let the frying pan go and stood up with a 'hmph'. Someone else could cook. Right now, he felt the need to strut.


[OOC: And so it begins! Random snowflakes will be falling all day, so feel free to have your character get hit by one and think that they are the center of the universe for the day! More details here. Enjoy!]