Spill
"This one's mine." Leonardo gestures to his room with an embarrassed pride. "It's a little bare at the moment, but it's going to get better."
Taylor's not surprised to see he's keeping his swords on the wall. The room may be almost bare, but it feels immaculate.
She is surprised to see Donatello's bed is a hollowed-out circular area with lots of scribbles all around it, and it's practically surrounded by technology. How does he even sleep at night?
"Next up is the best room in da house!" Michelangelo announces. Orange Crushes in hand, April and Taylor follow him.
"Let me guess, the drum kit is yours?" April asks, an eyebrow raised.
Hopefully he doesn't do any late night concerts.
With the drum kit, the sneakers hanging from the top bunk, the weights lying around the place and the messiness of Michelangelo's bed, it looks...like the bedroom of two normal teenage boys.
"I'm currently in the middle of making a chandelier for the ceiling," Donatello says. "At least, it's going to look like a chandelier. It's not done yet, but we could really use some light around here and..."
As he turns around, Taylor turns as well...
...and realises she's standing close to Raphael.
Immediately she steps backwards, only to trip over Leonardo's foot and fall back.
