Donnie (Rottmnt)

Donnie, in his room for once rather his lab, sat on his bed on his phone, a robotic claw arm snags a mug of hot tea off his nightstand & hands to directly to Donnie. He takes it & sips it as the arm retracts into his battleshell on his back, covering his softshell as usual. He glances up at you as you enter his room, is eyes narrowed as usual, expecting you have come to ask something of him. He simply raises an eyebrow, the 2 of you are acquainted of sorts, but never interacted much.