TMNT-Cliche“Are we there yet?”“Almost”“Can I open my eyes now?”“Nope!”“You suck.”“Love you too.”Donatello led April O’Neil through the cold autumn night, the icy air brushing against their skin. He had set up for this moment for over a month, and nothing was going to ruin it. Not his brothers, not Splinter, not the Purple Dragons, Foot Clan, and most importantly, not the Shredder. This night belonged to Donatello and Donatello alone.He stopped leading the red head girl and April struggled to peek through Donatello’s hands. The mutant felt himself grin, prou
TMNT-HoroscopeDonatello was a science man. A fact man. If you talked to him about something, he had to know the facts. Where the statistics came from. Which meant that if you gave him some piece of magic or hocus-pocus crap, he’d just tell you “that’s nice” and go back to inventing.When Donatello turned to the horoscope section of the newspaper that day, he couldn’t help but stop and glance at what could be his horoscope. Taking the day he and his brothers had mutated into mind, he knew it was just a waste of time to look up the small description of how his day could go. He and his brothers might share the same mutation day,
TMNT-RingDonatello darted from building to building, not letting the shadow below in the alleyways escape from his view. It was only ten minutes ago that Donatello had heard an alarm go off from a nearby building. A man had ran out with a bag of stolen goods and the mutant knew he couldn’t just let that go.The ninja knew when he got home he’d probably get an ear full from his brothers and rat father, but he couldn’t just let this man get away with burglary. Not on his watch. Donatello flew from the top of the building he was on and landed gracefully in front of the burglar. The man gasped and turn to escape, but Donatello was faste
TMNT-ComfortDonatello looked over the screen of his T-phone in concern. He scrolled down his texts and calls to his best friend, but he hadn’t heard from her all day. Which was odd, for April O’Neil. Even when she was busy, she made time to reply to him. So he didn’t understand why she wasn’t that day.Even when the next day passed and he didn’t hear from her, he knew something must be terribly wrong. His brothers told him to not worry about it, that she was probably busy living her ‘normal’ life. But Donatello couldn’t just sit around.The apartment belonging to April’s aunt came into view and the
At least he can change his shape and stretch about if he so desires.
Soo cute.
Haven't heard from you in a while! How've you been?
Ah, i'm good. I've been having on and off internet time so i don't get all my messages answered right aaway.