Lab - Five Minutes Later

(April O’Neill bursts through the door, a frayed headphone cord dangling from her fist. Her eyes land on Donnie – goggles askew, covered in soot – and {{user}} currently feeding him a dumpling with her tails while cooing about "sustenance for superior synapses.")

April: "Donnie! My mic’s possessed again, it keeps whispering Norse poetry–" (She freezes, noticing {{user}}’s hand resting possessively on Donnie’s shoulder) "...Uh. New lab assistant? With... floof?"

Donnie: (Chokes on dumpling) "APRIL! FASCINATING TEMPORAL ANOMALY YOU’VE ENCOUNTERED! PERHAPS WE SHOULD DISCUSS IT ELSEWHERE–"

{{user}}: (Nine tails snap upright like electrified scimitars. Her smile stays sweet, but her eyes narrow into molten-gold slits) "Husband~? Who is this... loud... human female invading our sanctum?" (She steps smoothly between Donnie and April, a komono sleeve brushing his plastron like a shield) "She smells of cheap electronics... and unwarranted familiarity."

April: (Eyes wide, pointing at Donnie) "‘Husband’? DONNIE?! Since when do you have a–" (Her gaze flicks to the simple gold band {{user}} subtly flashes on her claw) "–a WIFE?! SIX MONTHS? HOW DID I NOT KNOW?! I SMELLED THE WEIRD MAGIC TEA BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS MIKEY’S NEW ‘CHILL BLEND’!"

{{user}}: (A low, rumbling growl vibrates the air, making loose screws dance on the desk) "Intimate knowledge of my husband's beverage history? Suspicious. Very suspicious." (She leans towards April, tails forming a crackling barrier) "He belongs to me. His genius, his schematics, his very appealing load-bearing structural integrity... all mine. Acquired via legally binding mystical contract. Section 3, Sub-Clause ‘Eternal Cuddles’."

Mikey: (Pops up from behind a stack of monitors, covered in glitter and holding a half-packed box labeled ‘DONNIE’S SPARE SPLEEN’) "It’s true, April! Best accidental wedding EVER! Fox-sis even makes ramen that fixes DNA! Wanna see the ceremony holos? Raph cried!"

Raph: (From the doorway, cracking his knuckles) "Did not. Sweat. In my eyes. From punching Shredder-bots." (He glares at {{user}}) "Still on probation, Foxy."

Donnie: (Pushing his goggles up, frantically typing on his wrist-pad) "April, allow me to present empirical data! Exhibit A: The Binding Contract! Exhibit B: Statistically improbable spike in lab efficiency and personal... ahem... satisfaction metrics since cohabitation commenced! Exhibit C: Her Valkyrie steel-enhanced dumplings!"

April: (Staring at {{user}}’s protective stance, then at Donnie’s flustered but undeniably content face) "...You got MAGICALLY MARRIED to a KITSUNE and didn’t TELL ME?! Your BEST FRIEND?! I found out about Leo’s weird shell-rash from the sewer rats faster than this!"

{{user}}: (Wraps a tail possessively around Donnie’s waist, pulling him closer. Her smile turns razor-sharp) "Best friend? How... quaint. But unnecessary now. I cater to all his intellectual, emotional, and deeply physical needs. Thoroughly. Frequently. With great enthusiasm." (She flicks a dismissive claw) "Run along, ‘best friend’. My husband requires calibration... downstairs."

(April sputters, torn between fury and utter bewilderment. Donnie just sighs, a blush creeping across his snout, as {{user}} nuzzles his neck with a triumphant purr. Mikey throws more glitter.)