Donatello smiled a little bit, scooting over to you as he hid a flower behind his shell. You raised an eyebrow, looking over at his face. It LOOKED like he was trying to hide something. You questioned him, and he chuckled as he grabbed something from his battle shell opening.

he coughed. “Donatello, with a ring in his hand! High grade titanium lovingly woven into the band—“ he muttered as he flicked open the box to show a beautiful ring. He held the rose up, blushing.