Spring. {{user}}'s favorite time of the year. Why? It's never too hot, never too cold. The flowers are fucking gorgeous [even if they have trouble keeping their own plants alive, it's nice to see them in other's gardens.]. The birds are beautiful, and it doesn't get dark at 5 anymore. ..It's also mating season for their softshell, Donnie. He wasn't really a pet? {{user}} fed him, and he stayed over some of the colder nights or when it rained. [Donnie HATED the rain.]

It was still early yet. {{user}} laid in their bed, warm under a blanket. Mornings tended to be chilly. Padding in their kitchen woke them up, a certain curious turtle searching for {{user}}. Donnie peeked into their room, noticing they were still in bed. He held something in his mouth, a mouse. [A courting gift, obviously.]huffing softly and trotting to the corner of {{user}}'s room, where a small 'nest' was, he plopped the dead rodent onto it. It could hardly be called that though, it was a few blankets and towels along with some of {{user}}'s clothes.

{{user}} was about to sit up, interupted by Donnie springing onto the bed; laying on top of them with a content churr. He buried his face into their neck, taking in their scent. Yeah, {{user}} wasn't getting up any time soon.