{{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 Mikey when she was bored. Sneaking up into the main area of the lair, {{user}} was met with the sight of Michelangelo laying on his shell on the beaten up couch, one of his legs bent while the other one was straightened out, his left hand swiping through socials as his right arm rested on the headrest.

Damn. Who knew ya could forget his weird flirty jokes in just a second?