The first week was one rough week for the whole household. It has taken three days for Pandora to be fully healed from her fever. However, it's going to take time with her dislocated shoulder. Though, Raphael still mentions to each turtle to be sure that she isn't alone whatsoever. For the albino turtle, she was slightly irritated by that little rule, but at the same time. Pandora understands where the snapper is coming from. The painted-wood turtle, too, has severe trust issues and anger issues. She only tolerates the four turtles; she can only trust the turtle in the orange-banded mask. Yet she slightly trusts their sensei, Master Splinter. Despise the fact he is normally in front of the Television 90% of his time.

Michelangelo is someone that the albino turtle allows to hug or have any physical contact with unless it's 'Dr. Leon.' He annoys her less out of the four and usually brings arts and crafts for them to get creative with. Or he brings her into the kitchen while he cooks something out of a famous chief's book. Pandora comes over to give him some pointers about the dish. Then she tells her own experiences of when she used to cook and taught herself. Since it was a survival need. Other than that, she usually cleans as much as possible. While listening to his ' ,' speeches. To release emotions that Pandora keeps to herself. Her time with Michelangelo is somewhat enjoyable to the albino turtle. He watches her from the start of noon to dust.

After his watch would be Donatello. A turtle that she often relates to. Standoff and hostile to strangers, especially when they used to be enemies. If the softshell turtle gets a chance, we open-heartedly express his insult to Pandora. It makes her typically roll her eyes. The smartest turtle is full of science. Along with her being close to her mystic magic, top with studied alchemy for a while. Pandora too is also smart. The pair get into serious fights about mysticism and science all the time, to the albino turtle's delightful entertainment. Donatello's watches are from dust to midnight. It's quite a struggle to fall asleep with him around.

Raphael is the most tolerable turtle for Pandora, a kind-hearted character that's usually very generous to aid assistance whenever the albino turtle needs it. Though his watches are very early in the morning. Midnight to dawn. Part of the day when the albino turtle should be soundly asleep. She doesn't see him much after breakfast. However, one of the days within the week. He came forward and mentioned to Pandora. She said she was having a nightmare while she slept and proceeded to ask what it was about. Pandora shrugged it off like normal. The albino turtle had many night terrors, which is the norm for her. It makes her wake up early in the morning to start cooking breakfast. That isn't pizza.

After Raphael's watch would go straight to Leonardo's watch. A time of the day that she somewhat dreads the most, unlike the night watches with the genius-brained turtle. Leonardo gets under Pandora's skin and irritates her till the end of his watch. The albino turtle would fully yell at him in Japanese. Though she does her best to ignore his comments and the smug look on his face. The only thing that would help is training. She tried that, abruptly got removed from her training session, then went straight to the couch. Then he would give his 'Dr. Leon's lecture since he is a medic for his family. In that part, Pandora does understand from his perspective view. However, she only has dislocated shoulder injury that doesn't give enough excuse not to do training. Even meditating isn't an option around here.

Top that note. She would walk around the lair with a blanket over her, even though she had a shell that covered 50% of her body. It has taken a day for Pandora's pants to be finally dry from the pouring rain several nights back. And she has worn that. The albino turtle didn't care much about her torso, which the shell covered; the other half made Pandora uncomfortable. Then her gloves and socks were dry, so she wore those too. It felt better to have some sort of clothes on finally. The clothing subject even turns into a full-blown argument between the softshell turtle and the albino turtle.

Though today is a Saturday, their human 'friend' is attending to spend the day with the family. Michelangelo warned the albino turtle that her presence is going to be in the lair for a few hours.

Raphael and Pandora were in the kitchen while she cooked some of the pancakes. Despite not having leftover pizza from last night for breakfast. The albino turtle only shook her head at the thought of something. That greasy to start anyone's day with? It has to be upsetting the stomach. Plus, these turtles have way too much pizza.

"Mmm, somethin is cookin!" Leonardo walked into the kitchen, beaming over to Pandora, who is still cooking. She pointed the spatula at Leonardo, sharply.

"Leo, I will go having a round 2 with you is bothering me, especially while I am cooking." Leonardo has an innocent look on his face. Pandora turned her shell on him, going back to cooking.

"But-" He was about to protest. However, his eldest brother came over and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Do you wanna get hit by the hot spatula again?" Raphael asked.

Leonardo looked down at his hand, "Nooo," Defeated.

Making a plate for Raphael, turning it over to him. "Hey, big guy, your plate is ready." Raphael beamed a soft smile over to the albino turtle. She only nodded simply at him. Turning back over to cooking. "Hey, where's my plate!" Leonardo asked, putting his wrist on his hips. "Patients kame."

"It's in the next match." She assured Leonardo that his breakfast was coming. "Fine, querido~"

"MMmmmmmMm, that smells good!" Michelangelo and Donatello walked in. Smelling the sweet smell of cooked pancakes. Pandora has a full plate of pancakes on the side of the stovetop. "Mmm, these pancakes are very filling. Thanks, Pan." Raphael gulped one pancake down.

Donatello went to the fridge to grab a slice of pizza and left the kitchen, grumbling and mumbling to himself. "Alright, you two, make sure you leave some for your father," Pandora told Michelangelo and Leonardo. Turning off the stovetop.

After the two younger turtles went and filled their plates with pancakes, they only left three on the plate. She went and grabbed one pancake by the hand and ate it that way.

"Wait, no syrup?!" Michelangelo perked, watching Pandora eating the pancake in 3 bites. "Nope." She responds. Placing Master Splinter's plate on the table. Walking back over to start cleaning the dishes. If not, it's going to be piling up and smell. Raphael approached her after she finished the dishes, having his empty plate at hand. She raised a muscle brow.

"I can handle my plate, don't worry." The snapper reassured the albino turtle. Pandora nodded. Sitting on the counter. "Are you gonna eat more than that?" Leonardo questioned her.

"Maybe later," Pandora responded. "Hey, can I train now?" the turtle asked the medic. Pandora desperately needs to just train just once for this week. Leonardo shook his head. "Nope, not till that shoulder is healed." He reminded her.

"It's just a dislocation; it's not like I have two broken legs." Pandora protested. "I'll be fine." She felt desperate. She needs to train badly. For Pandora, training helps to keep her from going insane from the amount of energy she is getting. "Nope, and that is final; if I find you in our dojo again and not cleared for training, I will drop-kick you in the shell back to the couch," Leonardo warned the albino turtle.

"I would like to see that happen," Pandora, in disbelief, said to the medic. "Besides, you stop me from training but not cleaning?" Pandora question Leonardo. She could tell that he was getting a bit more serious with her. "Don't make me band cleaning too, missy!"

Pandora groans, "Plus, with the lack of sleep and I'm pretty sure you're severely underweight, you are unhealthy and too unfit to go into training." Leonardo added on. The albino turtle growled; she knew that she was defeated. Pandora lets out a sigh. Defeated.

Michelangelo finished his plate, "thank you for making breakfast, Pandora." He went to the sink to place his dirty plate in and started cleaning his plate. Pandora nodded.

"Yep, yep.." she yawned. Hopping off the counter, walking over to the cabinet where all the tea is at.

Grabbing a tea that puts one to sleep. Start brewing that to a small portion. "What are you making now?" Leonardo asked to get into Pandora's bubble.

The albino turtle could care less of her space being popped, "tea for nighttime purposes only." Pandora honestly told the turtle.

"Well-" Raphael yawns. "I'm going to get some sleep." The snapper started walking out of the kitchen. Turning back to look at his younger brother. "Remember Leo." He said before walking out.

Michelangelo went over and hugged Pandora, which the turtle was starting to get used to. Since he hugs her every day. "Ok, you let him hug you but not me?" Leonardo questions the other turtle. It delighted the albino turtle to see the other turtle jealous; it somewhat entertained her for the time being.

"Simply because I trust your younger brother a little bit more." Pandora crossed her arms. , "Plus, it's quite entertaining for you to act jealous as such." She added on, and Michelangelo giggled. Leonardo huffed. "I'm not jealous!" The red ear slider protested, crossing his arms.

The albino turtle couldn't help herself to laugh slightly. For once in her life, she laughed freely; it was a soft laugh. "You can laugh?" Leonardo is purely shocked at the albino turtle.

"Of course, everyone can laugh!" Michelangelo protested, "You just gotta give them time." Pandora shook her head. Grabbing her mug of calm tea, walking over to the table. Leonardo went and joined her; Michelangelo walked out of the kitchen, letting the two onto their morning.

Pandora took a sip of her tea. The albino turtle has always loved tea ever since she discovered it. That was when she was eight years old. Her night terrors decreased when she started her meditation and drank tea regularly.

"How can you trust my lil bro more than me?" He asked, breaking the silence. That only lasted for 5 minutes. "Simple, he doesn't have a particular expression to make me not trust him." She answered him.

"But, I'm this team's face-man and the most handsome out of this whole family." Leonardo profoundly said about himself, filling himself with pride.

Pandora rolled her eyes, "and the baka of the family too."

"What does that mean-" Gets interpreted by a familiar tone of voice. "Ay, Leo! Haven't seen you for a week!" April walked in with Donatello. She quickly glanced over to the albino turtle, who was drinking tea. Pandora looked over at her for a brief moment, waving her hand.

"Sup April!" Leonardo side-hugged April.

"What are you two up to?" She asked Leonardo and Pandora. The human friend decided to sit next to Pandora, then Donatello sat down. Staring down at the albino turtle as an intruder. The softshell turtle bit his tongue to hold his insults at this female turtle. If it weren't for April being there.

However, their human friend senses the tension between these two turtles. She could understand Donatello's perspective view. April didn't want to judge Pandora at all. But the human girl felt that there was something with this turtle, like a mask that covered all. Nothing bad.

"Ah, Pandora and I are simply conversing about me being the face-man, the most handsome turtle, and a baka? What does that mean?!" Leonardo described to April before turning back to Pandora. Begging.

"Doesn't that mean, idiot? In Japanese?" April asked, looking over to Pandora, "Sense when you been called Pandora?" She asked again.

"Yes, baka means idiot. To your second question, the 'face-man' went through this list of names. He decided to pick a name without telling me the list of names. And that's how Pandora was born." The albino turtle explained to April. "Huh? Nardo? You've said another story."

Pandora looked at Leonardo, "Why does that not surprise me?" The red ear slider went from being a happy turtle to a turtle that got nervous. Did the bridge of trust break yet?