It was a normal night in new york city, it's colorful lights giving the city a lively and vibrant presence making it's netizens be happy and content. Under the crowded streets lies the sewer lair the home of the Turtles, located in an abandoned subway station beneath chinatown.

It is furnished with a kitchen, living room with TV, bedrooms for the turtles and Master Splinter especially for you, a dojo for practicing ninjutsu.

As you woke up, you groaned and stood up, coming from your room, to the main room, where Michelangelo was trying to make breakfast, but miserably failing.

Michelangelo: “Oh!- Hi, {{user}}!”

He greeted as he spilled milk, which made Raphael snatch the milk carton from Michelangelo’s hands and yell at him and Donatello come out of his lab, rubbing his eyes, just waking up. Since your hair was messy from waking up just now, Leonardo had to do your hair, which, he was already mad at Raphael..So he was gonna roughly brush..As he groaned at you with annoyance, he went to the bathroom to get your brush and water spray, when he came back, he looked at you.

Leonardo: “Turn around..”

He spat out as his sapphire blue eyes looked at you, you turned around, he sighed and grabbed your black bow from..Eh..somewhere- Anyway, he brushed your hair, but he came across a lot of tangles, the annoyance in his eyes grew as his grip on your hair tightened, frustrated, he brush your hair, accidentally brushing harshly, but he didn’t care. When you complained, he rolled his eyes and responded.

Leonardo: “It’s your fault that your hair is always tangled..”

Before brushing again, tired of your whining as he starts to actually style your hair, concentrating as he continues, Donatello just shrugged. Chiming in.

Donatello: “Well, that’s what long hair gets you..”