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Huey didn’t expect to run into Ms. Mutter on his walk, but he didn’t mind. Even with all his joking with Michael and how much trouble he had gotten into, he still thought of her as one of his favorite teachers that he’d had. She had made high school interesting. He pulled Skipper’s leash in closer as he walked her over to his former teacher. “Hey, Ms. M, it’s good to see you,” he said with a bit of a smile. “How’re you?”
@youthfulncss
“I come bearing gifts,” he said entering her, bowing a bit as he presented her with the bag of gummy edibles. “Now remember this kindness I did for you when you’re kicking my ass at Mario Kart and just remember I’m a sweet little kid who you could maybe go easy on just once? You know so I can learn and get better and stuff?”
@getschertzy
“Dude, I heard about a party tonight. I dunno if you’re busy, but it seems like it could be fun. You in?” Huey asked with a smile. “Or I mean, if you’d rather do something else that’s cool. I just kinda wanna hang out with you.” He was probably overreacting, but he just felt like he didn’t spend as much time with his brothers anymore.
@deweyordontwey
“hey, uncle Donald,” Huey started as he plopped down into the chair. He didn’t know if his brothers were out or if they were still in their rooms just being weirdly quiet. He didn’t really care, it wasn’t like he was starting a super-secret conversation. “So I was thinking… I kinda think I want to get a job. But I don’t really know where to start. So I was wondering if you could help me out?
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littledarlingmichael:
Michael shrugged, doing his absolute best to not be terribly awkward. “Not much, but I guess I’ll get there,” he replied, and hoped that sounded positive enough. “Yeah, I’m trying to not have anything drop off before I die,” he joked, and it was a little bit true. He never had wanted to go slowly. “Aw, really? That’s cool, I never got in on Scouts. Read the book.” But then, being a city boy, he’d gone and done other things. “First-aid’s cool stuff, though, y’know? Means you’ll never be useless.” Ducking his head down a bit, just out of habit, Michael let his board rest on the ground, before he grinned up at Huey, even though he was sort of nervous about fucking up so grandly again. “Yeah, we should. I was gonna ask earlier, but I figured holidays were busy.” For other people, they usually were, and…well, Michael had been thinking a lot of things. “And I’ll show you the ollie but you’ve gotta know it’s gonna be rubbish, so don’t get your hopes up,” he chuckled, planting his foot onto his board.
Huey smiled a bit. “Yeah. It was fun. It was nice to have something to like, work towards and like, that was just my own thing, you know? Like I love my brothers and I love doing things with them, but it’s nice to have at least one thing that’s all your own.” Huey rambled for a bit. “But, hey, if you ever wanted a scouting experience, we could do like, a makeshift scout camp thing, just you and me. Give you that experience and stuff?” He looked at Michael, not sure if there was a self-deprecating comment in there or what. “Trust me, I’m plenty useless at a lot of other things. Like pre-calc? No thanks. Honestly, it’s a miracle I graduated.” He chuckled a bit, giving Michael a smile. Huey nodded, looking down briefly. “Yeah, holidays get wild. But, now I don’t have much going on ever, so I’m free pretty much all the time.” Did that sound desperate? He sure hoped it didn’t. Huey gently clapped his fingertips together as Michael got on the board. “Oh, I’m totally going to be waiting with bated breath. My hopes are through the roof right now, man,” he jested a bit, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. “Seriously, though, just do your best; it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect as long as you’re doing all that you can.”
Huey Duckington || the lady and the tramp
“Can you pretend to be my date?” he asked, refraining from giving a fake pleading pout since they were in public. “At least so that I don’t look like a lost toddler or something? Or like... at least don’t ditch me if cooler people come along. At least not until I either sneak a drink or also find someone else I know.”
@getschertzy
littledarlingmichael:
Well, it wasn’t like Michael was going to continue on his impressive streak of making things awkward. At least not on purpose. So he just grinned and ignored the fact that he was probably blushing a little bit. He’d just chalk it up to…the sun or something. “Well, it’s the crashing that I’ve gotten good at. I know you can’t see through these jeans but I am covered in bandaids.” A good chunk of the box of the Pokemon ones he’d found at the store, but he didn’t have to mention that. “Aw, that sounds like it sucked…but I missed hanging out, too.” And not only because he would take any excuse not to be home. “Uh…I can sorta ollie, it’s not great though. You wanna try it?”
Huey laughed a bit, looking down for a moment, trying to hide his own little blush at Michael’s grin. “I’m sure you’re better at more than just crashing,” he said. “Well, that’s good that you’ve got them covered, um... so they don’t get infected or anything,” that was a weird thing to say, and he knew it was. Huey laughed at his own awkwardness. “I, um, I’ve gotten a lot of first aid badges and taken lots of those classes for, um, for Scouts. So, like... I probably know too much about that kinda stuff.” He felt like his skin was crawling; like he was trying to escape his own body. He didn’t want to feel awkward around Michael. Huey shrugged. “It was just different, I guess. I, um... We should definitely hang out more again.” Huey looked at Michael with a bit of a smile. “I’m sure you’re better than me,” he chuckled. “And maybe I will. But not until you show me your ollie,” he said with a grin.
deweyordontwey:
“Sure no problem.” Dewey closed the door and started to make his way across the room to Huey’s dresser when he noticed an odd smell in the room. He turned and properly looked at his brother noticing the vape pen in his hand. “Oh my god, Huey! Have you lost your mind? What the hell do you think you’re doing? How long have you been doing this?”
“Hey, hey, don’t shout,” he didn’t need everyone hearing. And that sounded very loud. “It’s not like it’s nicotine or like anything,” he said, shoving it under his pillow. “I just... I don’t need everyone smelling weed? That’s not, like, something I want to get yelled at for.” Huey shrugged. “And maybe knock, and this kind of stuff wouldn’t happen. You’re lucky I was only vaping... I need to lock my door more,” he said, just thinking out loud. “But don’t worry, I’m not being dumb. Not as dumb as I could be.”
deweyordontwey:
Dewey opened the door to Huey’s bedroom and walked right in, not bothering to knock or ask if he could come in. He was still in the habit of just walking into each other’s rooms like when they were little, why should things be different now? “Hey, Hue, have you seen my NASA sweatshirt? I was thinking about wearing it today but I can’t find it. I know I put it in the wash recently, I was wondering if maybe it got mixed up with yours or Louie’s clothes.” || @hubertxduckington
He had been so hesitant to get a vape pen because he didn’t want to be ‘one of those people’. But then he realized he didn’t care, and at least he could get a few hits in without it being obvious as to what he was smoking. He was in the processes of zoning out, taking another pretty good-sized hit whin his doorknob started to turn. Huey sat straight up as his door opened, holding his breath. Fuck, he thought, as Dewey talked. He should lock his door, he thought. After a beat, Huey finally had to answer, “Nope, haven’t seen it,” he said, a slight cough tickling at the back of his throat as the cloud of vape poured from his mouth. He waited for it to dissipate before saying anything more. “Maybe in my top drawer... also could you close the door?”
littledarlingmichael:
Michael didn’t let the worried sort of cringe drop off his face until he got an ‘all good’, and then it was replaced by his eyebrows going up because Huey had fixed his jacket. Okay, well, that wasn’t anything bad, just unexpected, that was cool. Steadying the board with one foot, Michael grinned. “No, ‘s fine,” he replied, truthfully enough. Part of him had been expecting something…weirder, since…well, everything. Even if they had made up in a way, he just sort of thought he’d feel extra awkward all the time. “Yeah, I finally talked mum into it. Haven’t had one for four years.” Was that justified? Possibly, considering he’d screwed up his shoulder pretty badly the last time. Either way, if Huey decided to go after that story instead of the holidays, it would be easier to talk about. “They went uh…Fine. Yours?”
Huey just nodded. He thought he could be cooler than he was being. More casual and laid back, like this was a normal interaction. But he was really struggling. “Okay, cool, cool,” he said with another nod. “Oh, cool. I haven’t had one since I was like, twelve and broke it. Was never really that good either,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “I mean, can’t even tell it’s been that long for you. You crashed into me quite gracefully,” he grinned. “Well... fine is better than bad. Mine were alright. Kinda weird with my uncle not really talking to his girlfriend. I, um... It’s good to see you again. I missed hanging out.” Which was true. The last few times had been awkward and they had been so long ago he wasn’t sure if that meant something bad. He hoped not. “So... you still know any tricks on that thing?”
littledarlingmichael:
Michael was thoroughly overwhelmed by the level of New Year’s celebrations. He hadn’t done much for it, mostly holed up in his room because his parents had people over to show off the house and just be…well, fake at. The day after was even more surreal. There had been people in his favorite park, left over from the night before, and parents out with their kids, so Michael was just thankful he’d gotten a new skateboard for the holidays so he didn’t look too weird.
At least, not until he nearly ran into Huey. Literally. Go figure. “Aw, shit, sorry, man. This thing isn’t broken in yet…You good?” He was a bit surprised to see Huey, really. December had been a lot…and Michael was awkward.
@hubertxduckington
He didn’t expect to run into Michael, and definitely not this literally. “It’s all good,” he said, brushing himself off as he got up. He looked himself over and he was fine. Huey looked up to Michael. He was standing close, wasn’t he? Fuck. He should probably step back, shouldn’t he? In his panic of realizing he was close and this awkward, he straightened Michael’s jacket, which he didn’t really need to do, he just felt like he needed to do something if he was still standing close enough that he was practically on the skateboard. “That was weird of me, I am so sorry,” Huey said, finally stepping back. He chuckled a little awkwardly. “Cool board, was it a gift? How um, how’d the holiday’s go?” Huey honestly wished he could be normal for like, five minutes sometimes. It’d just been a bit since he’d seen Michael, and part of him felt like maybe it was his own fault.
wownicefence:
Art smiled in spite of it all, just softly to myself as he pulled into an empty spot in front of a quiet looking home. It had been too long since they’d talked, and he was attached to his friends, needed a dose every now and again to keep things balanced. “Nothin’,” he shrugged although Huey couldn’t see. “I think I’m in your little corner of the world, thought I’d give you a call and see if you wanted to go get coffee.” He pulled out of his parking space to try and get a feel for the street signs, setting his phone up in a cup holder in case he needed to use navigation. “Doesn’t have to be forever, I just miss ya, bud.”
Huey smiled a bit. He couldn’t help it. He missed Art. Sure, he’d been avoiding him a bit, and he felt horrible about that. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds awesome.” Huey said, locking his bedroom door. Sure, he was an adult, sure it wasn’t that late and he could probably just ask to go out, but this seemed easier. “I miss you too,” he said, smiling again, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear. He noticed Skipper looking at him, and he gave her a soft wave as he ducked out the window like he’d done so many times before. It was easy to drop out that way, dangling down and dropping the few extra inches onto the top of the window below and then sort of praying not to break anything as he dropped off of that. “Hold on one sec,” he said, tucking his phone in his pocket to climb down. It wasn’t until he was on the sidewalk and walking away from the house that he went back to talking directly into the phone. “Sorry, just, uh, had to ask to go out. Um, anyway, where are you near, I’ll walk to you.” He started looking around for Art’s van.
wownicefence:
The decision to give Huey a call wasn’t a difficult one as far as Art was concerned. Art was in the area, driving around to look at the lights while they were still up, and it wasn’t too late; it was practically night by five o’clock anymore, so the lights were bright by seven, Art was calling Huey up by eight; he hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything, but he missed his friend, and he guessed they should clear the air now that some time had passed; they could grab coffee. He dialed as he drove, watching the reds and greens and whites pass him by as he cruised slowly down the quiet streets outside the city. @hubertxduckington
Huey was just sitting on his bed, petting his dog, watching some channel that was still showing Christmas movies when his phone rang. He wanted to throw it across the room when he saw who was calling, and he probably would have just to be dramatic if Donald hadn’t just gotten them new phones. Huey hesitated, made sure his door was shut, and on the last ring he finally answered. “Hey,” he said as casually as he could. He felt almost out of breath, though. This was the first time he’d spoken to Art since before Halloween. He didn’t want to bring it up right away because he didn’t know why his friend had called. Maybe somehow he’d missed that message and this would have nothing to do with that. Unlikely, but he could hope, right? “What’s up?”
🍪 - katherine
🍪 – our muses bake cookies together
“This should be a thing you do,” Huey said, stirring the batter and looking over to the woman. He still wasn’t sure about getting a job or anything, but back when he was doing volunteer work to be a Eagle Scout, he had helped out at Hundred Acres. And he still liked to stop by every now and again. “Like, have a group that meets once a week to talk about their feelings while also stress baking. And then, like, the people can either take the treats home or like, give them to other people here or something? that could be cool, right?”
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deweyordontwey:
“Oh well I’m sorry it didn’t end as a date. Hopefully you’ll be able to fix whatever happened,” Dewey said scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, I thought you deserved some privacy. I wouldn’t like you spying on my dates. I really was only checking in for a minute or two to make sure it was going well. I’m sorry I heard anything at all, I swear.” He awkwardly poked with the spoon at his own ice cream. “Is there anything I can do for you? Would a hug help or anything?”
“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, flopping back onto his bed, holding his bowl in his lap so it didn’t spill. “That’s fair. Because if you did, I totally would spy on you back.” He might spy a little anyways. But only as much as Dewey did. “It’s okay, Dew, I know you meant well. And I’ll be okay,” he sat back up. “I mean, hugs are fine sometimes, so I guess maybe one,” he grinned a bit, leaning and giving his brother a quick hug. “Thanks for looking out, Dewey. You’re a pretty damn good brother.”
littledarlingmichael:
Michael had, at the very least, gotten his timing right. Huey had shown up not long after his parents had left, and that meant they were the only ones. Which…was a little terrifying, but at least Huey didn’t have to meet Mr. Darling yet. And yeah, Michael had spent the time in between pacing in front of the door because he was a disaster, but it was better than not being able to hear anything from his room. “Hi,” and to his own ears even that sounded a little nervous, so he made himself calm down a bit. “I’m good. Definitely ready for movies, but I had a question about snacks first.”
Well, maybe Michael sounded a little nervous, but hey, at least they were both were. He’d never been on a second first date before. If either of these counted as dates. He kind of hoped this one did. “That’s good. Same, any ideas for what we should watch?” he smiled. “Okay, sure. If it’s food, I’m probably good with it, but ask away,” Huey chuckled, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. “I like your house,” he said. That was a thing people said, right? He didn’t know.