The shift in textures and those changes and dips in the shell pique MK's curiosity. Why does his shell feel like this? Is it part of those patterns he's seen on them? Fingers keep touching and sliding, up over the edges and along the changing textures and scars. He licks his lips as another chirp sounds from Dee. That hungry and plaintive noise. Another comes out of MK. Hungry and excited.

He feels the hands on his collar and does pull back just a little. Enough so his jacket and slide off his shoulders. Which gives Dee a reprieve from the touches to his shell. Jacket off, MK pulls off his shirt next, showing off muscles and fur. He even takes off the headband, letting his hair fall down.

"We'll feel more amazing if we keep going," MK says softly. Both of them are bathed in this purple light. MK's arms wrap around Donnie again, this time sliding up the shell and to the nape of the turtle's neck. Then up further to gently start to untie the purple mask, if Dee lets him.