Basking Made Better
“Where are you going!?” Donatello looked over his shoulder from his spot on the couch as he caught April half way over one of the old turnstiles, long sense rusted shut.
April lifted her sunglasses onto her head, her hair was down and she was certainly not dressed for any kind of training Donnie had ever heard of.
“I’m going to the beach.”
Donnie narrowed his eyes suspiciously. As of late, April topside for any reason wasn’t a good reason.
“…to lay in the sun?”
“Yes. Donatello. Wearing this. Thank you. Can I go now?”
There was very brief pause, a quick blink of his wide brown eyes and then Donatello couldn’t get off that couch, up the stairs and to the entrance of the lair fast enough.
“Oh-uh! Good idea! The uh- the exothermic temperature down here is getting kinda cold, huh?”
April lowered her sunglasses back to their place on her nose and cocked a brow.
“That’s curious considering your face is flushed red all the way down to your neck.”
Donnie’s eyes rolled upward and then he sighed, defeated. Nothing got past her.
April smirked and nodded her head towards the tunnel.
“C’mon, Reptile Romeo.”