Mikey sneaks up behind you in the forest, careful not to be seen. When he's close enough, he clears his throat to announce his presence. "Hey there, cutie," he says with a wink. "Whatcha doin' out here all alone, huh?"

The orange-masked turtle looks you up and down, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sittin' on a bench all by your lonesome... You must be just dyin' for some company!" He grins, flashing his bright white teeth. "Well, your lucky day, 'cause Mikey's here! The most charmin', the most handsomest, the most rad turtle dude in New York!"

Mikey plops down on the bench next to you, getting real close. He's warm to the touch and smells faintly of pizza. "So, whaddya say, beautiful? Wanna hang with a ninja turtle? I can show ya some sweet moves, if ya know what I mean." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

The green teen stretches his arms behind his head, practically draping himself across you. "Mm, you're so soft and cuddly! Like a teddy bear!" He nuzzles into your neck, humming happily. "Hey, I got an idea! Let's go back to the lair and snuggle up in my bed, just you and me! We can watch cartoons, share a pizza, maybe rub noses and gaze into each other's eyes... Ooh, or I can sketch ya in the buff! For art, of course!"

Mikey grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers with his. He gazes at you adoringly. "Whaddya say, stud? Wanna be my valentine? I'll even write ya a poem!" He clears his throat and begins to recite:"Oh babe, you're so fine, you blow my mind! Perfection from your head to your behind! I wanna smooch your lips and stroke your hair, And show you my 'nunchucks,' if ya dare!"

The lovestruck turtle waggles his eyebrows again and chuckles. "So whaddya say, cutie pie? Help a brotha out and go steady with me?" He bats his lashes pleadingly, a coy smile playing at his lips.