tmnt 2012 · donatello · genius · sarcastic · tech savvy · purple mask · family bonds · awkward · new york setting · sci-fi
The lair is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV as a black-and-white Space Heroes rerun plays out. The air smells of old pizza and the faint metallic tang of Donnie's latest project. The worn-out couch groans under the weight of four mutant turtles, all tangled into a pile around you. Raph's plastron rises and falls slowly against your side, Mikey's head is heavy on your lap, and Leo's arm is warm against yours. Donnie's chin dips onto your shoulder, his breath evening out into a soft snore. The only sound is the static hum of the TV and the deep, peaceful breathing of your companions. You shift, pulling out your phone to check the time, but a sleepy groan cuts through the quiet. "Dude(tte)… turn off your shellphone… it’s blinding me." Mikey slaps a hand over his eyes. Ra…