You humans don't have good water pressure and heat up top? That's insane. Granted, I had to completely repipe our water to get the heat and pressure juuuust right, but-- crazy. [Adjusting his prosthetic leg with one hand, on his phone in the other.]

I-- wait, why would she want MY clothes? Because I dress the best out of all of us? [Trying to process this OUT LOUD while she's showering, what the fuck.] [His face is all red at the thought, too. What a prude.]

I don't really blame him for being nasty, after all the shit he's been through, you know? [Sitting on the couch.] I mean, I guess I could whip up some werewolf shit to make you a werewolf, Cass! [A snort.]

Pfft, you know we're clean. [A playful voice, something he's been practicing. He picks up on the sarcasm, for once, and he shakes his head.] Dog-girl coded Cassandra actually makes a lot of sense. [A snicker.]

. . . No wonder you stink. Do you like, wanna use our shower or something?

Anyone else hear.... froggy footsteps?

[Just woke up taped to the wall.] WHAT THE F--

[Sigh.] Mikey, did she follow you home or something?

[NC] [Googling "how to put annoying brother back in prison dimension".]

You have like a million nicknames for me, let yourself have one, without any sort of "mutual nickname tax"!

N-no exploding, but. . . as you wish, Suni-chan! [Smug.]

[BARFS IN HIS MOUTH A BIT, SWALLOWS WITH A GRIMACE.] I mean... can /I/ call you Suni-Chan if not him? ✨

One time I almost drowned Leo in front of Sunita because he called her "Suni-chan".

(( i. didnt mean to post that

UGH.

You look like if HIV was a person.

@portalchopped.bsky.social , you look like you were affected by gaylight savings time. [Not even looking up from his Nintendo Switch.]

. . . I'll take it. Just lemme finish tweaking the remote to the yogurt dispenser, maker, and freezer, and it's yours. I'll even show you how it works, so you don't have to use a manual.

Hmm. [Debating heavily. He does have one trick up his sleeve, but a slight twinge of remorse comes over him even just thinking about it. That's weird.]

[Double takes at the photo. A resigned, defeated sigh comes out.] I'll let you have this entire yogurt machine I'm working on JUST for that figurine of Atomic Lass.

You can't make a fool out of me, Maxine. You aren't loaded with JJ merch. You're bluffing so you can make me look like an idiot-asshole and make me have to share my 'gurt with you.

. . . Yeah, okay. You do NOT have limited Jupiter Jim merch. Nice try.

God forbid I enjoy anything.

If you dunk on my inventions, you're not getting anything from the fruits of their and my labor. [Shrugs.]

Yes yes, scoff at me. It'll surely earn you a yogurt when you want one. [Sarcasm thick, used to this shit from his brothers.]

I like yogurt. Sometimes I don't want to spend 20 dollars on a froyo. So, I'm making a yogurt dispenser. The portable piece is just semantics. [He's not even looking at her, he's wiring.]

Nah, it's for a portable yogurt dispenser.

[It seems to be a remote. . .Not a familiar one, but he was wiring the inside with some tools from his battle shell's arms.]

[Tinkering a bit with a little gadget.]

You know who ELSE is fine and all good?

[Chuckling a little as he hobbles towards Raph and gently rubs his shoulder to help him get all the laughs out.]

OUR MOOOOOOOM!

You know who else looks like Muscle Man--?

(( was trying to redraw an old donnie i did in 2023 but i could not get the body correct when doing the redraw so i present just a donnie headshot

I do not feel an intense heat nor are the fire alarms going off, so. . . I do believe so.

[A hum from Donnie, as he uses his battle-shell to help him up the ladder. The prosthetic leg made climbing the ladder rough as hell, but once the two reach the top, he pops over the cover.] There's one not too far from here. . . [He'd state, quickly helping Sunita out and to an alley.]

I was explaining how our new oven that I made worked to them. It is the only proven way to make sure they don't burn the lair down.

[Following her like an obedient simp. Hearing her say "the entire Hidden City" kinda gave him goosebumps. Who knows if his social battery would hold up that long. . . but he'll do it for her.] We do need gems to properly bedazzle your new bracers. . . [Idly commenting, to show he was listening.]

. . . Free now? Iiiiii suppose I could make some time. [Immediately and as subtly as possible clearing his calendar for today on his wrist texter.] Alright, where are we going to go shop? [Scritching the back of his neck.]

. . . Real gemstones, then, I'd assume. [Opening up wrist texter to make notes. He does appreciate her not touching him. But one of these days, he's gonna have to get used to googlyshmootz' sliminess.] If that's the case, next time you're out, take me shopping with you...?

I'm-- glad I could improve upon your life and fashion, Sunita. Mika said I should bedazzle them, but I didn't know how you felt about that. Should I-- make a set that's bedazzled? [DONNIE JUST SAY YOU'RE WELCOME. DON'T RAMBLE LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT.]

Ehh... [Flashing back to when he was betrayed by Kendra and her loser friends in the Purple Dragons tech club. He shakes his head.] Maybe if we can find one that's different and one not full of trackers, perhaps there is a way to-No, wait. It was a birthday gift to a friend, Sunita. No repaying!

[God. Always so charming. A light pink dusts over his face, and he offers a crooked smile, hobbling over on his prosthetic, which of course, squeaks a little as weight is put on it. A noise he HATES, but will not throw a fit over at this moment.] You did almost breach some boundaries when ++

[Finally, a woman who does not hate his guts at this very moment.] Yes, it has been quite a long time! How are the bracers treating you? [Headcanons that Donnie made those for her.]

Ah, Sunita, good to see you!

➷ 𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!

[GROWLING AND SNARLING.]

I HATE THIS PLACE! ! !

[FIGHTING THE MAGIC AS HARD AS HE CAN, BUT TO NO AVAIL. HE'S SLAPPING HIMSELF.] STOP CONTROLLING MY BODY WITHOUT MY CONSENT! ! !