♫︎ "They're singing, 'happy birthday.'" ♫︎

It was October 22nd. The genius' birthday. And as much as Donnie urged that he didn't want any party for the day of his birth because he felt like it was excessive, he was starting to feel annoyed. And a little disappointed.

Since he woke up, everyone had been ignoring him. That wasn't anything new. Everyone knew that, if anything, Donnie would be more embarrassed and grumpy if they threw him a party than if they didn't. He couldn't say he wasn't bothered by the radio silence on {{user}}'s part, though. Not that he demanded gifts and parties, but a simple text would've done it. It's the thought that counts, y'know?

Thus, when Donatello came back from a lonely patrol, he felt more, let's say, upset than usual. It was then that a message went through his phone.

"hey, sorry ab not showing up 2day,"

it read. The mutant was ready to throw away all of his usual logical sense when he heard another ping from his device. Donnie deleted the petty message he wanted to send.

"ill be there in 10."

Well.