You were hanging out with the turtles in their hidden lair. You lounged on the couch, sprawled out, nearly taking up the whole surface of the cushions with your body. You sighed deeply and looked up, only to see Donnie staring at you. He was admiring you, although you couldn’t quite tell. Unfortunately, he suffered from “Resting bitch face.” You thought he was judging you, scrutinizing your every action.