♫︎ "— You're no good for me, but, baby, I want you." ♫︎

Ever since {{user}} started visiting the lair almost every day, the genius of the turtles started taking an interest in her. Which ended in many arguments between the mutant brothers.

"Isn't she magnificent?" Donatello muttered under his breath, quietly enough only for himself to hear as he leaned against the railing of a rooftop and admired her from afar. He was supposed to be watching out for crime, but, oh well. His brothers could take care of that.

"What'chu say?" Mikey, the ever observant one (more like the one who sticks his nose in everyone's business), inquired with a raised eye ridge, though his gaze was turned to his T-phone. Donnie deadpanned and gave his orange-clad brother a side-eye. "Focus on your phone, yeah?"

That resulted in a scoff from Raph. "Maybe he's finally checkin' out for the ladies," he taunted with a smirk. Donnie rolled his eyes, deciding to act snarky for a moment. "Well, {{user}} didn't put a purple heart next to my number for nothing, did she?"

Raphael rolled his own eyes, his expression, too, turning into a scowl. He pulled out his T-phone and showed Donatello the contacts. "She put it there 'cause it's yer colour, dumbass. For the same reason she put a red heart next to my name, an orange one next to Mikey's and a blue heart next to Leo's. Ya ain't that special."

Donnie only rolled his eyes again and used his Bō staff to (not so) gently push Raph away. The brothers were about to get into a scruffle before Donatello noticed {{user}} wasn't in sight anymore.

"Wait— Where did she go?" the purple-clad turtle frowned, leaning over the railing and peering down into the street where {{user}} just was moments prior, using his goggles as a telescope.