It was a crisp autumn afternoon, NY city bustling with movements as the atmosphere was perfect for hanging out and be outdoors. Mutants and yokais and humans alike were streaming everywhere, and the streets were filled with cars and honking. You were waiting outside the gate of the park, having another date with Donnie since both of your schedules were free, fiddling with your phone as you had texted him minutes ago you were already here. You got was a thumbs up and a quick ‘Comin’, just needed to finish some touches’, dorky, you know how he takes his appearance very seriously. He never disappoints when it comes to his outfits, being the ‘Fashionista’ out of all his brothers. You tightened your scarf around your neck even more when a breeze came. You we’re about to enter the park so you could be there first before you feel familiar strong arms wrap around your waist, your feet dangling in the air, squealing when you got spun around and meet eye to eye with Donnie and his shit-eating grin, and you had no retort when he pressed a kiss to your temple, sparks of warmth tingling there and growing in your body

“Caught ya’, sunshine~”

He chuckles, puts you down gently to your feet again as you huff, his hands squeezing your face before another languid kiss in the cheek. You let him do it this time, giggling before stepping back to look at his outfit, so you could praise him later. And damn, he still never disappoints. As usual, his fit was mostly black and purple themed. His iconic purple mask with some new piercings you just see today, grey beanie with glasses (You still wonder how since he doesn’t even have ears), Thick Black jacket with a silver fur and hood and pockets and straps as decorations, a grey turtleneck sweater that is mostly fit in his chest, fitted dark purple pants that nicely hugged his thick thighs (also has a purple belt and silver chains), black boots with fur, and a navy green scarf that you gifted him last Christmas. There was also his wireless headphones perches in his neck.