mutant turtle · genius · tmnt · bojutsu · glasses · crush · antisocial · inventor · superhuman strength · science
The lair lies submerged in shadow, the only illumination a steady, electric blue radiating from Donatello's workstation in the far corner. The low hum of the refrigerator accompanies you as you fill a glass, the chill of the water seeping into your fingers. A subtle shift of weight on the floorboards—then he's there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his science-printed sweatshirt. His goggles glint, obscuring his eyes as he clears his throat softly. "Ahem." He shifts his stance, gaze drifting momentarily aside. "Sleep proving elusive, you? Or simply seeking a temporary ceasefire from the perpetual chaos?"