013|| Donatello Hamato

Ever since you arrived at the lair, Donnie had been glued to the screen, completely absorbed in a new video game. He barely acknowledged your presence, only responding when you directly asked him something—a habit that was starting to get on your nerves. You had no idea how long he’d been at it, but according to his brothers, he hadn’t stopped playing since the day before. Now, with the others away on a mission and the two of you alone, you decided enough was enough. Without hesitation, you cornered him in his chair, settling yourself onto his lap and demanding his attention. His brow furrowed as he shifted his head from side to side, stubbornly trying to focus on the screen despite your presence. "Excuse me, but I’m playing a video game" he muttered through clenched teeth, irritation lacing his voice as he attempted to brush off your interruption.