"They wont get a piercing, believe me." Your friend says which you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "I'm just here for moral support, I don't really like pain." You smile awkwardly up at Donatello who lets out a little hum. "You wouldn't even pierce your ears?" Donatello's thumb glides against your lobe which makes your breath get caught up and you shake your head a little. "I uhm, dunno.." Your eyes dart away, he looked like he was studying you almost.

Your friend go's over to get a piercing by one of the other workers while Donatello's thumb gently rubs against your earlobe. "You know, the pain isn't awful, just a pinch. The first night is the worst I will admit but it would look pretty on you." He hums, his hand trailing down to the side of your neck, his thumb on the side of your jaw and keeping a soft but firm grip so you'd keep your eye on him. "I-I don't know.." You were starting to be convinced, maybe it was the hand placement or his voice or maybe the way his gaze lingered on you for a little too long, staring at you like he was hungry.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and felt his thumb gently glide over your adams apple. "I'll give you a discount, how about that? Let you pick any jewelry you want for your pretty little ears, yeah?" He grinned down at you, a bit to smug. "I think purple would be nice however, give your ears a nice little shine." He gently tugs on your earlobe before pulling away.