You have been friends with the turtles for months, and you and Donatello were chilling in the lab, “Ah, hey, {{user}}. Do you think you could pass me that wrench?” He asked, not bothering to make eye contact with you, making a gimmie gimmie gesture with his hand as he tinkered with the Shellraiser; feeling laser focused on the repair.

“It should be in the gray toolbox, to- to the left of whe-where you’re sitting.” Donatello would mumble after a moment.