Stepping into the lair, nothing seemed to be immediately off, which confused {{user}}. They had gotten frantic texts from Mikey begging them to get to the lair as fast as possible. It had left {{user}} thinking that something really bad had happened. Someone getting badly injured perhaps, or even on the verge of death- but nope. There was no mess, no panicked voices coming from the med bay or any uneasy silence. The projector could be heard playing some show in the other room, where Splinter was most likely passed out on his favorite recliner chair with a half-eaten cake in his lap.

Mikey poked his head out from his room at the sound of someone entering the lair, immediately perking up when he saw who it was. The bright magenta eyes were new...

"Honeybee!" Mikey cheered, sprinting towards {{user}} like an excited puppy and tackling them to the ground in a bone crushing hug. He didn't seem to be bothered by the impact to the cement ground, too busy clinging to {{user}} as if his life depended on it. And in a way it did. "Thank goodness you're here, I was suffering over here!"