@pinkniece SAID: as soon as the old duck enters the office, the door is closed and the lights are shut off. there's a period of silence -- despite the quiet shuffle as she stands on his desk, turning on the lamp and letting the light hit him on the face, ❝ sorry for the entrance, uncle scrooge, ❞ she says, as if her form of entry was anything BUT a planned event. why was everything so DRAMATIC with her ? ❝ but i need you to look at this picture… don't you feel that anything is… OFF about it ? ❞ it was just a simple family photo. everyone was there. scrooge. della. the boys. webby… launchpad. yeah, everyone was accounted for. so why did it feel… WRONG ? / i'm here to make scrooge stressed about the unknown.
Another long day at the office, another day in the life for Scrooge McDuck. He'd been eager for his next spread of adventure, thinking fondly of the treasure maps waiting for him at home ( AND AN UPROAR WAITING FOR HIM IN LIGHT OF THAT, cursed be the impulse control ). Stretching, the man soon turns the knob to his office, stepping inside. And quickly, the door is shut and lights cut -- the miser peers around the room in questionable defense, wondering who's trying steal his Earthly possessions this time. Until the light is shined upon his face, and he hears a familiar voice.
Scrooge shields his face in mild irritation, squinting -- it feels like an interrogation room, so dressed up when it could be phrased as a simple question. ❝ Webbigail -- ❞ But he'll humor her, as he always does. Squinting at the photograph, the man readjusts his spectacles and takes the photo, turning to look at it properly. He stares at it, rather intensely, though brows soon lift in conflicted confusion. Something... something does feel off, now that the lass mentions it. Uproar... or lack thereof. Though his tone is a little uneasy, as if he's not sure, he comments, ❝ It's a family picture. Webby, why... ❞
