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"But are you down for some skateboarding?" Leo asks, interrupting your thoughts. He didn't sound flirty or anything like that. It was shocking, really, that he wasn't just a sexually driven prick. To be fair, though, you hadn't gotten to know him long enough to pass judgement.

Leo was kicking about a skateboard, and you couldn't help but sigh as you looked at it. "I may not know how-?" You say, stutteringly grinning. hoping you're not judged by them.

 Mikey and Leo grinned. "That's fine. We'll teach you!" 

"No- no it's fine." You let out a sigh. "I don't really need to-" Leo scooped you up and put you on his skateboard with such casualness that you were unable to finish your sentence. "Well, if your gonna hang with us for a while, yeah you will." He grins and stances as like he's about to shove you. And that's when you started to realise. He intended to shove you.

"Dile adiós cariña." As he pushed you, his grin was evil, and you went up the skate ramp. 

As he nearly launches you up the skate ramp, your eyes widen in shock. You tumble off the skateboard and hit the concrete merely a few seconds later.

"Shit!" Leo says as he jogs towards you. "A-are you okay?" He sounded somewhat frightened. You could feel the blood trickle from your mouth as you sat up. "Yeah... I'm fine." Mikey kneels down next to you. "No you're not! You're bleeding! I'll get some bandages." He attempts to get up , but you grab him to stop. "No, it's okay, I can fetch them on my own. Where are they?" You get to your feet, shakily at first. "Don's lab. He usually keeps them there just in case either him or one of us get hurt from his inventions." You gave a long, irritated sigh. "Of Course it's in his lab."

You start to approach his lab/room very slowly but steadily. He sighs as he hears you walk in. With a chair swing, he asks, "What do you want?" When he sees your bloody, scraped legs, his voice trailed off. "What happened to you?" Donnie asks, making an effort to seem uninterested, but it was obvious that he was concerned.  

"Nothing," you answer with haste. It was just a skateboard incident. "Mikey said that you said bandages?" 

Donatello stands up and opens a drawer besides his bed. You try to see what else he has in the drawer, but his back of his shell blocked your vision. But that's when you realised.   "Why does your shell look different to the others? Like, I mean, yours is more plastic-y looking."

"Because it's a battle shell." He replies. "It's to protect my soft shell."  He rummaged through his drawers for a while longer before coming across some bandages. You could tell by the tone of his voice; it was a sensitive topic. You decided it was better off leaving it as that rather than starting another fight. "Oh. Okay." 

Once Donnie gives you the bandages, he returns to his computer activity. You take a seat on his bed and begin bandaging yourself up. "You're really going to do that here? Surely you could do it in the lounge or kitchen, or literally anywhere else." 

You shrug it off. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I distracting you?" You snap in a sarcastic tone.

"Perhaps you are." He retaliates.

"What am I? A dress code?" You continue to bandage yourself while rolling your eyes.

"With what you're wearing you might as well be."

You give him a perplexed glance. "Bitch- I'm wearing a black hoodie and shorts. What the fuck do you mean?"  When you're finally done bandaging, you carefully get to your feet.

"Just go." 

You've had just about enough of his tom-fuckery, if you were going to stay here you had to make a change. He couldn't just stay in here forever and ignore his own brothers. "No." You step forward, crossing your arms. "I'm not leaving until you leave." 

This seemed to strike a nerve. He turns his chair to face you. "Excuse me?" 

"You heard me." You answer. "I'm not leaving until you go and hang out with me and your brothers." You weren't a fan of picking fights with others, but there wasn't anything else you could do with him.

Donnie pauses to reflect. And exhaled a long, irritated sigh. "Fine. We'll hang out with the dumb-dumbs." He rises from his seat and walks out of the space. You were taken aback by how tranquil that turned out.

"Oh- Well..Okay." You follow him out the door.

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Dile adiós cariña-- Say goodbye baby


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