Its Uncle-Nephew Bonding Time! | Huey & Donald
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Huey gave the trigger of the electric drill two experimental squeezes, watching the screwdriver on the end of it spin quickly round and round.Â
He had needed new bookshelves for a while now — when he got his own home, once he was all big and grown up and successful and stuff, he was going to have an actual library, but until then, covering every inch of spare wall with bookshelves seemed like a good way to go. He’d had books piling up for weeks now, months, so much so that the stacks were starting to be waist-high, and it was during one particularly painful book avalanche that he’d decided to cave and ask Uncle Donald if he could set up a few more shelves.
It wasn’t Huey’s fault that he had a tendency to hoard. He just liked to know that he had things on hand, if and when he needed them. Maybe he’d need that battered old book of primeval fauna and flora, or that guide on how to use the stars to navigate your way home. He made sure the books never spilled out of his room, though they sometimes threatened to, and he kept them nice and neat and orderly — Huey liked things that were nice and neat and orderly.
And to be honest, an afternoon spent on minor bedroom DIY with his uncle was a better use of his time than sitting and dwelling on the dream. He had mostly avoided trauma in that dream, admittedly, but he had sure as hell witnessed a lot of it. He kinda just... wanted to move on. Do something else with his time than keep thinking about it.
“I was thinking like— here.” Huey explained, putting the drill down and splaying his hands over a section of wall. “And then another one just below it. And maybe one above that? If we have enough stuff? What do you think?”Â
