Donatello, as usual, was busy with new developments. He had been fiddling with various parts at his desk for almost the entire day while a song played in the background from the radio. Donatello quietly sang along to the song and didn’t even notice how you went inside.

"That's what I like, that's what I like.."

He unconsciously moves his body to the beat of the music as he looks at his drawing, contemplating his next step.