- Listen... we can talk about it calmly, right...? There's no need to be so violen-EHY! -, Donatello had to duck to avoid being hit by a slipper thrown forcefully towards his head.

Lola huffed, frustrated at having missed the shot, and quickly readied the other slipper for throwing. - I swear this time I'll get you in the face...! -, she hissed threateningly, taking aim and constantly keeping a safe distance.

Only half an hour before she had finally put on her pajamas, ready to go to bed after 3 days of agony and exhausting work, and here that turtle appeared from her window again.

Real or imaginary, she had remembered her intentions to throw something after him and so she had done, losing one of her slippers.

Donatello for his part absolutely had to return to that apartment, but not to see the girl, mind you: he had realized that he had lost the notebook with all his notes on the mutagen and after searching for it for a long time in the shelter and in his laboratory , the only place where it could be was none other than the place where the young woman lived. He hoped not to find her at home, retrieve the notebook and run away, but instead he was discovered. Again. And he still had to get the notebook!

- Listen...miss... I'm not here to hurt you, really! I just have to recover something I lost... -.

Lola's eyes narrowed suspiciously:

- Why that formal tone? You decided to show some respect only AFTER you snuck into my house for the second time? -.

Donnie let out a resigned sigh at that accusation, lowering his gaze a little: - You're right, I shouldn't have done it... But I was hurt, I didn't intend to steal anything or hurt anyone, I was just looking for a place to cure me quickly... -.

Faced with that justification, and the memory of the dried blood stains found on the bathroom floor, Lola's gaze softened slightly, but she did not lower her "weapon". - Okay...but now you don't have any wounds or bruises...at least I think so...so why did you come back? -.

- I lost my notebook... and it's really important that I recover it, the safety of New York is at stake -, Donnie realized he had said too much when he saw the girl's right eyebrow raise upwards in a clear expression of 'are you serious?'.

- The salvation of New York huh? -, she said, - Are you sure you're not hiding the fact that your girlfriend's address is in that notebook? -. She was clearly teasing him, without however using a mocking tone, nevertheless Donatello couldn't help but blush and try to protest, defending himself and revealing without wanting too much: - Hey no... it's not like that! These are important calculations in order to discover an anti-mutagen so we can stop the Kraang from taking over the world! Also... I don't have any girlfriend! -.

Lola observed the turtle getting embarassed, blushing and puffing out his cheeks in a typical attitude of teenagers when they are on the defensive; a small part of her mind, the one not busy keeping an eye on his movements and keeping the slipper ready to throw, couldn't help but find it cute.

As cute as a 6'10" anthropomorphic turtle could be, with a purple bandana on its face, gorgeous olive green skin and scales, a small gap between its front teeth, and expressive melted chocolate brown eyes.

- Ok... So you're a single turtle trying to save New York from these Crank... Kreng... -

- Kraang -

- Yes, thank you... and have you lost your precious notebook here, in my house? -.

Donatello nodded, the blush on his cheeks still not diminishing as he realized what he had revealed, even if the girl didn't seem to care; she had limited herself to a summary without making negative comments on the fact that he was practically a mutant, that he was single... and above all she had not been offended by the correction, in fact, she had even thanked him.

Maybe, though, he was just imagining things because he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in those baby pink two-piece pajamas...

- Hey...turtle? I'm talking to you! -, Lola threw the slipper at him, not with the intention of hitting him though, just to attract his attention by making it land next to him; Donatello, like the good knight he was, hurriedly picked them both up and approached her to hand them back to her: - Here... uhm... You can't go around barefoot in this cold... -, he couldn't help but smile shyly at her , trying so hard not to stare at h pajamas again.

At that weak statement Lola couldn't help but giggle: - Cold? We are in full July -, she nevertheless reached out to take back the slippers, involuntarily touching the turtle's hand.

Donatello felt as if a mini electric shock passed through him, which from that small point of contact radiated throughout his body, hitting straight to the heart; he had never felt like this, not even the first time he had touched her he had missed it... but perhaps because he was too focused on the idea of escaping as soon as possible to be able to concentrate on how much that girl attracted him, much more than when happened with April months earlier. It was a different, more intense attraction...

- Hey there... you're stuck staring at me again, do I have something on my face? -, Lola called him to her attention by waving a hand in front of his face, which Donatello instinctively grabbed, making her jump. - H-Hey! Let go or I'll actually hit you with one of the slippers this time! -, she threatened him, trying to free herself from his grip, which although delicate was extremely iron.

- Oops! Sorry, ninja reflexes...- Donatello immediately let her go, even taking a step backwards to make sure he didn't further invade the young woman's personal space, while he felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter; why did he always have to look like a dork in front of girls?

- Ninjas? Really? -, Lola took advantage of that distance to put on her slippers, leaning with one hand on the dresser, - Not only are you an anthropomorphic turtle trying to save New York, but you're also a ninja? -.

- Well... it's a bit of a long story... - Donatello hesitated, pondering what to do and whether revealing to that young woman who he really was would be a good idea.

Lola took away all his uncertainty by indicating with a gesture the room they were in and the corridor that led to the other rooms: - Don't worry, you'll have time to explain yourself while we look for your notebook. The sooner you get it back, the sooner you'll get out of my life -.