Jun 10, 2023
@ragefeathers
"Oh, Donald!"
She rushed forward, gathering the sailor into her arms before planting a long pressing kiss upon his cheek.
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@ragefeathers
"Oh, Donald!"
She rushed forward, gathering the sailor into her arms before planting a long pressing kiss upon his cheek.
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@ragefeathers Just how long had it been? Time always had a habit of getting away from the two of them. As they always say, life happens and tends to drive wedges between even the closest of friends...but on the flipside, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder as well. And, Jose’ couldn’t deny the budding feeling in his chest from seeing his old friend again. From seeing the duck he admired so much. How he wondered what amazing stories Donald would have to tell him. Surely, he’s been on more adventures since they last crossed paths. Perhaps they would go on even more. What a bright future it was for the two of them, and he’d make sure to savor the moment. In most cases, the parrot was the level-headed one of the group, a counter to Donald’s explosive nature and Panchito’s impulsive, loud ways, but upon seeing his friend after what seemed like ages, Jose’ couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement wash over him as he practically flung himself on Donald, cushioned by familiar mounds of white feathers.
“Ah! Donald! Meus Amingo! How have you been!?”
@ragefeathers // sc.
❝ I can keep an eye on the rapscallions for a few hours, ❞ he responded, supping from his cup of tea idly as he flicked through the newspaper. He didn’t happen to be too busy today, not that he couldn’t make room for his FAVOURITE NEPHEWS. Oh, why WOULDN’T he? He opened one eye, narrowing it almost spitefully at Donald. ❝ After all, I think a’d be OWED that time. ❞
@ragefeathers
Sees him. Immediately backs up and steps out of the way “Sorry Mr. Duck.”
❛ Hey. Donnie. Look at me. ❜
❛ Bitch. ❜
&& into the pool he goes. ( @ragefeathers )
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― ❝ Only Donald can swear? ❜
― ❝ F U C K . ❜
― ❝ Oh! Nope! Theory proven false. Perhaps you should modify your parameters for your rule, Donald. ❜
❛ Anyway, I’m the alpha twin. ❜ Get rekt, Donald.
@ragefeathers asked: ‘ i don’t want you to touch me. please don’t touch me, just go away. ’
🦐; Eyes widened, Fethry withdrew his hand from his cousin’s shoulder, leaving it to hover over the other for a brief moment before pulling it close to himself. He ran a thumb over his knuckles as though to soothe it from the rejection.
Fethry couldn’t make heads or tails of anything the past 24 hours. It was Della, a rocket... something - something to do with Uncle Scrooge? Gone, gone, gone... that word was the one that repeated over and over. Cousin Della was... gone. He didn’t know why, he barely knew how. That was the most unbelievable part of it all yet it was the only thing he could make sense of. No one would tell him anything else other than that. She was - she was gone... and by the way everyone was talking, there was nothing on this earth to fix that...
Fethry just -- he thought, well - Fethry had never... envisioned anything like this happening, ever. Ripped from sleep in the middle of the night to a haphazard voicemail, devastation audible through the speakers. Hardly a word made any sense on their own and spending the remainder of the night trying to decipher their meaning. He ditched school because he simply could not keep a single one of his thoughts in order. He’d spent the the whole day calling, and calling, and calling, trying to get ANYONE to just sit him down and explain to him what was going on, what happened to his cousin --
Donald’s twin sister, his best friend... was gone. Her eggs, her children... nestled cozily, utterly undisturbed and totally unaware of what happened to her. Poor Della... she never got to meet them.
He thought the four of them would always be together. He thought there would never have to be a moment in his life where he was completely without them. He thought.... He - He thought --
He thought the last thing Donald should be right now was alone.
Yet, the air hung heavy in the room, everything in the whole world stood still. His cousin still had yet to say a word beyond his plea of solitude. And Fethry stood, silent, wanting desperately to speak but couldn’t think for a second on what to say.
“I -- I just--” He started, with not a plan at all as to what came next, so the words only died in the empty air.