Of course, there sat the purple turtle at his desk; going between his laptop and his microscope, mumbling to himself with scientific and techno babble she could just barely understand. April came in a little further before calling out to him. "Hey, Donnie!" All of a sudden, the genius flung himself backwards off his chair, struggling and fighting with gravity and inanimate objects to get to his feet.
"April!," he exclaimed, grabbing the back of his seat, only to for it to rotate under his weight and throw him to the floor again. "Hi, how-!," he tried again, this time tripping over his tool box and rolling under the desk. "- are you?" She couldn't help but laugh, running around the side of the work bench and crouching on the floor, grasping his forearms to hold him still and let him regain his balance.
"I'm fine, now hold still before you hurt yourself!," she giggled. His face tinged pink, staring at her hands laid over his muscular but lean arms, then made an almost panicked squeak. She tilted her head; he often made those noises around her, but she put it down to the fact he'd never spoken to any other girls, and wasn't quite as self-confident as his brothers. A shy, sweet nerd. April couldn't help but think he and Irma might get along if they ever met.
His chaotic scramble had caused a few sheets of paper to fly up into the air, now floating back down, one resting on his head. The girl giggled, removing it and placing it back on his desk. "You silly," she cooed at him, lolling her head forward to gently bump foreheads with him. He blushed a little fiercer, but chuckled softly, slowly relaxing as they sat there on the floor together. He let his long, bunched up legs rest and spread out, sliding either side of April. They rubbed their heads together, continuing their quiet giggling together in the now peaceful atmosphere of the lab. She sighed, looking him straight in the eye. Nervous as he was, he clearly loved being close to her, and had been the first turtle to fully accept her into their world and show her affection.
One three-fingered hand hesitantly lifted, resting on her side so feather-light that she could barely feel it. His strange but beautiful maroon eyes lifted to look into her, laughter stopping as he seemed completely mesmerised by her stare.
April shrugged slightly with a grin, making herself wobble in her crouched position but catching herself on his shoulders. "Listen, I just wanted to say... you guys mean the world to me. I know I said some things... some really horrible things back when my Dad first mutated... but..." He suddenly began shaking his head, looking panicked.
"No, no, no, no, no, you were completely within your rights to be angry. Honestly, if anything happened to Master Splinter that was that terrible, the four of us would be furious too."
"The five of us," she corrected him, earning another chuckle. He had a very cute, dorky giggle. "Even so, there's no way any of you would have done it on purpose, and... accidents happen, and I know how hard you're working to fix it."
"I am! I've actually made quite a bit of progress with the retro-mutagen, but there's still a few kinks to work out, like-!" She halted his chatter, pressing her finger tips to his lips and tilting her head.
"Thank you, Donnie. I wanted to show all of you how much I love you guys." His face lit up at that, so much so April thought he might take off like a rocket. She considered him for a moment, then got to her feet and helped him stand, holding his hands in hers for a few moments more. "I think I'll call yours 'Sweet Brother Hugs'," she said, then hopped up slightly to peck him on the cheek; curse him for being so tall. His expression suddenly became muddled; ecstatic, but looking almost confused, or even disappointed by something. April didn't pry, assuming he'd been thrown off by the title she'd given his embraces, and slipped away from him.
She didn't see, too busy trying to locate her last turtle sibling, but Donatello stared after her with a forlorn, regretful expression, shoulders drooping as she closed the door behind her.
I apologise, but I never wrote Mikey's cuddle. I fell asleep on the keyboard, at which point my Mother declared I was a cat, capable of sleeping anywhere. Anyway, there's no way I can deny that Donnie's love for April is sweet, but somewhat over powering. The events of Fungus Humongous bugged me, since they claimed they experienced their deepest fears when under the influence of the fungus. It appeared to me that it was their phobias that were being forced upon them rather than deepest fears, because I refuse to believe Donnie's entire world revolves around April when he's only known her for the better part of a year. Not that I don't believe in love at first sight, but platonic love has been a far more prominent emotion in their lives, having only had each other and Splinter to attach to while down in the sewers. Which additionally is what cements t-cest being okay in my books; if four kids lived in total isolation from the rest of the world, never seeing another female, and only having each other for company, chances are they're going to be a little warped. Which I suppose you could argue is what makes Donnie's crush on April so obsessive.
Hail to the princess, baby!