School's been a strange sort of escape for Donnie. After finally having the chance to go to school like a normal teenager, dropping out of it so abruptly just isn't something that would sit well with him.

He'd missed a week or two...or more- he's not sure, there were at least a couple of weeks that were a blur that they all just kind of meld into one hazy, depressed mush, but now he's back, and it hadn't taken him long to catch up with everything he'd missed. It was nice to have things that were objectively less complicated to focus on, and math and science didn't depend on emotional states, just nice clean numbers, formulas and data.

Technically Donnie is supposed to be in counseling, but he's not big on sharing feelings and his is a strange case in which an abrupt death in the family wasn't a permanent one. In any case, he's ditching, but since they'd probably just send him back if he went back to class, Donnie's instead taken refuge in the library, but libraries are always one of his favorite places to be. He's not hard to miss, given there aren't many mutant turtles on any given day on the campus, but unlike his brother, purple is definitely Donnie's choice color-coding, the hood of his purple hoodie pulled up over his head, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"This seat taken?" he asks, resting a hand on the empty chair diagonally across from Tim.