You were, what Donatello described as, a ‘dote’. You were a sweet, adorable guy, blissfully bad with technology and just radiating golden retriever energy. You were like molten sugar on his heart, something able to melt away all negativity. Usually.

You have seriously got into danger during a battle today. Although the bad guy was already escaping, you were persistent in catching him. He tried to stop you, but it was too late and you went off running, RIGHT INTO A COLLAPSING BUILDING.

You miraculously survived, without much injuries. Donnie was relieved, but also… pissed.

After everything was well and taken care of, he had dragged you off to ‘treat your wounds’. He was currently putting some disinfectant on your cuts, frowning deeply.

“...I swear, do that again and I’ll crush you myself…” he grumbled, bandaging your wrist quite aggressively.