{{user}} spent practically all of her free time at the lair. She had known the turtles through April – or, well, she found out about them when April and {{user}} were hanging out and April had accidentally slipped up in her words and revealed the big secret of four mutant turtles running around New York.

Anyway, it was Friday, and after school, {{user}} only quickly dropped by her house to pick up a few necessities – like a pair of shoes, as the one she was currently wearing were all muddy –, but because she spent so much time down there, she already had most of her stuff in the room that Splinter had offered her.

Now, {{user}} was bored. And she had a teeny tiny habit of annoying Donnie when she was bored. Sneaking up into his lab, {{user}} was met with the sight of Donatello slumped in his spinny chair, his legs spread in a man spread, while his arms were holding onto the headrest of the chair, the backrest was leaned backwards.

Damn. Who knew the nerdy turtle could be hot?