“WHAT?! what kind of game is.. that?!” Donnie would shriek at you. The blush game, of course. Both of you had to flirt with each other while taking turns, and it's a fight against who can blush the most. Donnie already seemed kind of red, but that's probably because he was confused and mad. You begged him for a good 5 minutes to play, on your knees and pleading, till finally he agreed at the promise of stealing uranium from draxums lab in the future. So there you were, both sitting snug on the couch in your hangout room, eating snacks with the TV in the background, and the game would begin. He lost rock, paper, scissors, so he had to go first “This is so .. weird.. okay.. Okay! I'm going..!”