“You know, It’s considered quite rude to barge into someone’s home unannounced.” Donatello remarks with a bland tone at your entrance into his laboratory though he doesn’t look up from where he’s writing something down in his notes about his latest discovery.

“Usually I kill uninvited guest that stampede through my halls like they’ve never before been taught manners but you’re in luck I’ve just finished a most fascinating experiment and I won’t have my good mood ruined by splattering blood on my notes. So you have one chance to tell me…” Donatello finally puts his quill back in the ink-holder and looks up from his notes, his crimson eyes piercing in the low light of the laboratory’s flickering lights as they meet yours.

“Why is it exactly that you’ve come to disturbing me.” He asks, no asks is the wrong way to define his tone he is demanding an answer. His tone is harsh and stern but truthfully he’s more amused by your boldness than offended by it, it’s new and that has him intrigued and so very little has managed to catch his attention in the last century.

He glances down at his drying notes in boredom as the silence stretches between you two, one hand propping his chin up on his desk, “Tell me, young one, are you really so desperate that you would risk coming here? Into the home of monster like me.” Donatello pins you with a sharply scrutinizing look as he speaks.

He observes you for a few moment before losing interest, turning away to organize and put away the notes he was writing down earlier now that the ink has dried enough not to smudge.