goin’ quackers

in all fairness, donald should be used to this by now. moving into the mansion had been an adjustment, donald struggling to accept help from his estranged uncle and more importantly having a hard time adjusting to adding three new personalities to his day to day life. (well five if you count frequent appearances from duckworth and launchpad.) but enough time had passed that he shouldn’t be even a little taken aback when he hears things like this. and still, he pauses eyes narrowing as he wonders if he heard this correctly. “no, no.” he sighs, placing a hand on webby’s shoulder to still her. “let’s put the brakes on whatever deadly take on a normal game you’ve cooked up. last time you guys played a game you wrecked the house and somehow i ended up trouble.” granted, he was supposed to be keeping an eye on them, and he’d done a horrible job at it. @awkwebby

daisy loved parties. she loved organizing them, showing off at them, and she was damn good at it too. every party she went to she made sure she took the time to dazzle the heck out of the crowd, be the person that was talked about at the end of the night. and she was sure tonight would be no exception. hours went into every detail of her outfit and she wanted to make sure that the right people saw her dance and drink and be merry. she knew who donald was before he even spoke to her. he carried himself in such a particular way that daisy had memorized. and honestly now that he saw her, she felt like she could do nothing wrong. she had made an impression on the person who mattered the most. a smile on his face was just the icing on top of what could be a perfect night as far as daisy was concerned. if she had any thing she would love to see every day it was that smile towards her. “almost an entire month. i bought the dress on whim a while ago and everything just….fell together.” she smiled back at him. “you look handsome, donald.”

“a month?” he repeats, tone incredulous as he’s caught between not being surprised but still being a little caught off guard by the length of time. donald knew daisy flourished in settings like this, managing to catch the attention of every single person in the room with her beauty and superior fashion. and it was always deserved. “well, you look beautiful as always.” donald smiles, settling on the most obvious compliment and meaning every word of it. “thank you, beakley insisted i put a little more effort in.” he shrugs, clearing his throat a little as he tries to fight back the nervousness that spikes up in him. seeing daisy shouldn’t, after all this time, make him nervous in any way. but here he is, cheeks warm and words escaping him as he looks at her. “did you wanna dance?” the question comes out with far more confidence than he truly possesses, and he’s just grateful he didn’t stutter his way though the sentence.

Getting on his uncle’s nerves was really funny, an old hobby that would never die because it was an easy task just to put a stupid act and see how everything would roll. Donald’s temper make it more entertaiment, almost like a constant temptation in which breaking the rules became attractive, not today though. “C'mon Uncle D, do you really think that your favorite nephew would put a dirty trick to scam so many people? That’s rude, is it really so hard to give me the benefit of the doubt?” Obvious act that was already known to both of them, but it was worth it just to see what kind of reaction it would provoke. The hand lightly patted the hand clapped in his soulder, not making effort to get rid of it. There was so many things to try and so many food to enjoy, fascinated by how many people had gathered to celebrate the end of the year with those outfits that seemed to cover the already established perception with an invisible cloak. Like, How many secrets were hide behind so many facades? Curious thing to think about it, but not that moment. “You know? You’re free to follow me around if you want but I have a dated with my girlfriend.” Turning the head, eyes focused on Donald’s eyes to show that he was serious. Being honest, the younger Duck member wasn’t aware how many members of the family were aware of his relationship with Agnes beside the other two triplets. “Were in your plans playing as the third wheel for tonight? Should we call Aunti Daisy and make a double date?” Never in a million dreams, Louie regarded this woman as the cool aunt he had never had but was unwilling to spend the rest of the night with Donald observing any kind of interaction the couple shared. The hand carefully adjusted the mask, blinking as it was still not used to the presence of it on the face. “Why that face? I thought you already knew that Agnes and I were dating.”

donald stares at louie, eyes narrowed in confusion as he listens to his nephew talk. the implication that louie would refrain from running any schemes is ludicrous, and the young boy has to know that donald is the last person to try to pull that lie on. at the question of is it hard to give him the benefit of the doubt, donald nods. “yes.” he answers bluntly, not even blinking. the confusion slips off his face, expression melting into a soft smile as louie pats the hand on his shoulder. “I definitely don’t want to, but if I have to I will.” as invested as donald was in making sure the triplets were cared for and safe, he would never imply that he wants to spend his night making sure they remain out of trouble. he just often has to. “seems like that’s a move that would end worse for you than me kiddo.” no, donald did not want to hang around louie and this apparent girlfriend of his. but in the end, hovering and embarrassing louie all night would bother the kid way more than it would donald. “that’s truly unnecessary.” for starters, donald and daisy weren’t even together right now -- though he can’t fault louie for not necessarily knowing that considering how on and off again their relationship had always been. and lastly, a double date with louie and some girl named agnes sounded like absolute hell to donald. “how would i know that if you never told me?” donald asks seriously, though he’s not at all bothered by being left out of the loop, it happens.

Before every single island event Dani vows to be on her best behaviour, sure she can get through an entire night without drinking too much or causing a scene. She may not have a good track record, but after dragging Zuko here she plans to stay by his side for the evening; a plan she quickly abandons as soon as a blonde approaches him calling him rock man. Uninterested and a little confused she retreats in search of something a little more exciting. Weaving through the crowd she plucks a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray, a smile on her lips growing as she notices a familiar figure at a table all by himself. “Wow, you actually clean up well,” Dani smirks as she approaches him, champagne flute to her lips as she takes a small sip. “Who knew?” // @theangriestquack​

donald wishes he could say he knows how he ended up at a table by himself guarding his family’s things, but that would be an outright lie. at events like these, donald often chooses to hang back -- either entertaining his nephews, watching their stuff as they got into trouble or keeping scrooge company while he hid from the board of the company. tonight was no different. he finds himself completely out of place without mickey, minnie and goofy; so, he keeps his eyes glued to his phone as they message their group chat. “what does that even mean?”  donald doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know who’s joining him, able to place dani’s voice in even the largest crowd. it helps that she’s loud. “is there suddenly something wrong with the way i dress on any other day?” he smiles, clearly amused because knowing dani the answer would be yes -- the answer is always yes. “where’s mike?” every time donald and dani see each other, it’s at the house of mouse, and she’s always there to see mike wazowski. so, donald just assumes that the two are dating (for reasons far beyond his understanding), because why else would anyone come to see mike’s sets that religiously?

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Fair. Yeah, that was one way of putting it. Or completely unfair considering the fact Barb couldn’t say no to Sparkles to save her life. She’d tried but Poppy had gotten a sitter and wanted them all to go - she was convinced this would make Barb let loose and have some fun and, considering how much booze she’d had, maybe she had a point. “She didn’t ditch me, she just has other people she wants to talk to and small talk is not my thing.” Plus, some of the people in question weren’t big fans of her and vice versa. “You know they’re adults, right?” Sure, the triplets were a fuckin’ whirlwind, they all knew that, but at some point you had to let them fly or fail on their own. “You could make sure it doesn’t happen or…see how bad it gets. That might be funnier.”

“clearly.” donald chuckles, not that he’s one to talk. small talk had never necessarily been his thing either. “nineteen does not classify as an adult, let’s start there.” only teenagers considered that age to be a sign of adulthood, overconfident and excited as they puff out their chest and pretend to be larger (both literally and metaphorically) than what they truly are. as an actual adult, he couldn’t imagine any person in their right mind considering anything younger than twenty one as an adult. nineteen literally still had the word ‘teen’ in it. “and even if it was an actual adult age the boys certainly don’t act like it.” except for huey -- of all of them donald worried for huey a lot less. “let my teenaged nephews create chaos at an event with politicians, and most importantly, the board of my uncle’s company, in attendance?” he wants to ask barb if she’s out of her mind, or just plain dumb. but he refrains from doing so. “sounds like fun until someone has to deal with the consequences of that. so i’ll pass.” and that someone who’d get stuck cleaning up the mess? it was undoubtedly donald.

“the thrift store!” dewey answered, clearly proud of his find. he had been struggling for a while to find a mask that he could actually see himself wearing. “i had been searching for so long for the perfect mask and then… i found it! it spoke to me, uncle donald.” the bells jingled as he shook his head. “why would i burn it? don’t you like it?”

“makes sense.” donald nods, dropping his hand from the mask when understanding touches him. the thrift store sounds exactly like where someone should find something as ridiculous (and hideous) as this. either that or locked away in the garage with all of Scrooge’s other junk. “at least it’s not possessed or something.” always something that the duck/mcduck clan have to be concerned about — objects in their possession unleashing monsters and curses that their great uncle neglects to warn them about. though donald isn’t sure how much trouble scrooge has gotten dewey and the boys into just yet, hopefully none. “no,” donald lies, waving his hand dismissively because he doesn’t have the heart to tell dewey he hates it. if it made the kid happy who was he to rip on it for no reason? “i love it. i was just joking dewey. it suits you.” that much wasn’t a lie. dewey wearing a jester mask? there was nothing more fitting, and he means that with as much love as he can manage. which when it comes to the boys is a lot.

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Dark eyes surveyed the crowd milling about the ballroom, some swaying to whatever music was playing ( not rock so it didn’t matter ) others picking at food and drink. Barb herself was imbibing in a glass or two of champagne, mostly keeping to herself while her friends mingled. Small talk wasn’t really her thing. “Who do you think?” She answered as her equal in un-amusement made his presence known. Scoffing, she took another drink, not deeming the thought of her being here on purpose worthy of a response. “I could say the same to you so who forced you here?”

“fair,” donald nods. he knew poppy and was vastly aware that her enthusiasm rivaled that of just about anyone, except maybe dewey. but it didn’t seem like her to force anyone to go to an event they don’t want to. in fact, from their time together it seemed like the exact opposite, poppy more than willing to sit in disappointment than make anyone do something that wouldn’t make them happy. but then again what did he know. “and she ditched you? or did you say fuck that and decide to skulk over here by yourself?” he asks with a smile. at the question of who made him show up he can only stare at her. “i have kids who need to be watched.” watching the boys was literally his entire personality at this point, of course he was here to make sure they didn’t find a way to create chaos. “scrooge is with the board so, I’ve gotta make sure louie doesn’t con everyone, dewey doesn’t break something and huey doesn’t talk everyone’s ears off with useless facts.”