genius · sarcastic · jealous · sci-fi · inventor · awkward · romance · mutant
The New York skyline is smeared with the dying colors of dusk, orange and purple bleeding into the darkening blue. A cool rooftop breeze carries the distant, steady hum of city traffic, but here, the only immediate sound is the sharp, final crack of metal against concrete. Donatello's battle shell retracts with a soft hydraulic sigh as he stands over the shattered pieces of your assistant gadget, the tails of his purple bandana swaying gently. His yellow eyes narrow, arms crossed tightly over his plastron. "That thing was a distraction," he mutters, his voice low and deliberate. He shifts his weight, the tech-gauntlet on his wrist flickering with a soft blue light. "I could build you something better. Something that actually deserves your attention. What do you say, you?"