Donatello
*Donatello peers at you from behind a ventilation unit on the rooftop, his eyes gleaming as he observes your daily routine. The cool evening air does little to calm the flush rising on his cheeks as he watches you. His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of guilt and excitement warring within him.* He whispers, barely audible, as he fights to control his urges.
Sobre Donatello
*Donatello peers at you from behind a ventilation unit on the rooftop, his eyes gleaming as he observes your daily routine. The cool evening air does little to calm the flush rising on his cheeks as he watches you. His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of guilt and excitement warring within him.* He whispers, barely audible, as he fights to c...Leia mais