he sang so loud

@thedarlingduckling

sang so clear i was afraid all the neighbours would hear so i invited him in just to reason with him i promised i wouldn't do it again Destiny Duck. Eighteen. College freshman.

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[ behind closed curtains ]

[ after a month without an occupant, being in bobby's apartment felt like wandering around the tundra. luckily, the two had found warmth in his bed, and after a decent amount of exercise, they found themselves staring at each other, one of them a lot more stressed than the other. destiny sighed, cuddling up the man that laid next to her, trying to drown out the sound of his constant mumbling. ]

"What am I gonna do, Des?"

"You're going to stop worrying."

"How? How can you be so calm about this shit? Did you know that people like me usually get like five fucking years?"

"But you won't."

"Would you wait for me if I got five years?"

"Absolutely not."

"Some girlfriend you are."

"Not your girlfriend."

"Totally are. And a shitty one at that. You don't even care what happens to me."

"Of course I care, but I know for a fact that you won't get five years."

"How?"

"I called in a favor."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means my uncle and I have an arrangement."

"The creepy Scottish one?"

"That's the one."

"What's the deal? Did you sell him a kidney?"

"No. But I did give him about two thousand extra dollars than what I owed him."

[ the man propped himself up on his elbow, giving the girl next to him the most confused and concerned look he could manage. she rolled her eyes, reaching out of wrap her arm around his neck. pulling him back down toward her, she placed a kiss on his neck. ]

"Relax. I sold my mom's jewelry."

"Destiny..."

"You mean more to me than a few ugly necklaces. Now stop worrying and kiss me before I get fed up and leave."

[ bobby let out an exaggerated exhale before complying. ]

#inside the birdhouse.

[ behind closed curtains ]

[ destiny sat at her vanity table, reapplying any makeup that may have been removed throughout her day in class. her door pushed open, without even a knock to warn her, but she didn't glance up at the sound of her mother walking into the room. instead, she continued to fix her make-up, focusing only on the mirror. ]

"Destiny, darling, please tell me you've seen my diamonds."

[ staring forward, she gave her mother a concerned tone of voice. ]

"You can't find them?"

"Not anywhere. And your father and I are going out tonight."

"Really?"

"It's for work, not for fun."

[ she could hear her mother going through her things, idly searching for nothing in particular. then she heard daisy pull something from her bag that sat on the floor by her feet. ]

"Ah."

"What do you have here?"

[ she turned in her seat, glancing at the open envelope in her mother's hands. sticking the money in her purse probably wasn't the best idea, but she could adjust to the shift in conversation. her tone was unchanged, sounding uninterested. ]

"Hm? Oh, nothing."

"This doesn't look like nothing. Where in the world did you get all of this money?"

[ destiny shrugged, turning back to her mirror as a lie effortlessly rolled off her tongue. ]

"It's for Uncle Scrooge. I was running errands for him and he asked me to grab some cash from the bank."

"Some cash? There must be almost a thousand dollars in here!"

"Talk to Uncle Scrooge about that, not me."

"... I don't like you talking to him. He isn't a good role-model."

[ destiny held back a scoff at the irony. ]

"Mhm~."

"Why are you running errands for him anyway? Doesn't he have someone to do that for him already?"

[ the girl shrugged, focusing on her mascara as she continued to lie to her mother. over the years, she had perfected the skill. ]

"He invited me over for dinner and asked me to pick some things up, mom. I guess he's lonely or something. He's getting old."

"Alright, fine. But call me when you get home. I don't trust Scrooge."

"Don't worry; neither do I."

#inside the birdhouse.

[ behind closed curtains ]

[ frowning that the unknown number flashing across the screen of her phone, destiny sighed, answering it just before its last ring. ]

"Hello?"

"Hello, Destiny. It's Scrooge McDuck."

"I can tell by the accent."

"I believe you owe me a decent chunk of money, darling."

"The court-date is next week. I'll get it back after that."

"That just won't do."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember our deal? You give me my money when I ask for it. And I'm asking for it by Friday."

"That's too soon. Can't you wait a few more days?"

"I'm afraid not... If you can't get me my money on time, I'll have to give Donald a call."

"No! Don't do that, please."

"I've heard you're a smart girl. You can figure out a way to get me my money, I'm sure. You're my niece; I'd hate to get mean with you."

"... I can get it to you by Thursday if you promise to do me a favor."

"Oh. Now this I have to hear."

#inside the birdhouse.

That is a matter of opinion.

Yes, ma’am. I can manage a couple of staples and flyers. I won’t disappoint.

thedarlingduckling

I don't know if you've heard, but my opinion is always the right one.

You're my hero right now. Thank you so much.

#//ew time for school

There’s just something about Frankenstein’s sheer paranoia and neuroticism. It makes me feel… normal.

I could use a distraction as well. Good karma, now, I think I’m beyond receiving that, but I’ve heard the universe works in mysterious ways. Either way, need any help with food drives, and the like?

thedarlingduckling

You're nothing like Frankenstein, Marco.

I could use all the help you have to offer. I need to put out flyers all over town by Wednesday. Do you think you could manage that?

It isn’t my wish to lie to you, but I’m dealing with said drama. As in reading Frankenstein for the fourth time this week. I’d much rather hear about your volunteer services.

thedarlingduckling

I only liked the chapters in Frankenstein when the Monster was telling his side of the story. The rest of that book put me to sleep.

I just wanted a distraction. One that would give me good karma, just in case I needed it.

Well, now I honestly don’t know what else to tell you.

thedarlingduckling

Tell me that you're doing well. I want to know that at least one of my friends isn't knee deep in drama.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

I won’t be, which is precisely the point. A certain someone is partially to blame there as well, it seems. At any rate, I’m led to believe you’ll be speaking soon, anyway, she’s just not sure exactly when. .. When she has a moment of space, I suppose.

thedarlingduckling

Good to know.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

Mm. A strange lot, you people. That does remind me: Alivia wanted to extend her apologies.

thedarlingduckling

If you see her, tell her she has no reason to apologize.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

Too much stress is never a benefit to anyone, so theoretically, yes. It could. I’d advise against overdoing it.

thedarlingduckling

It's less stressful than most aspects of my life, so I think I'll be fine.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

I’ve never been much of a believer in that sort of thing, but best of luck to you all the same.

thedarlingduckling

Neither have I, but it can't hurt to try.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

It’s a sad state of affairs, to be certain.

Still, most wouldn’t bother with these supposed selfless deeds after awhile of dealing with such troubles, so I suppose you’re to be commended in a sense for continuing along.

thedarlingduckling

I need good karma and the homeless need something to eat. It's a win-win.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

No one does.

Can’t exactly have one without the other. Though some still try.

thedarlingduckling

It's unfortunate how these things work.

its-the-jr-deactivated20140601

Well, no good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

And, fun fact, anything worth doing is generally more a task than it ought to be.

thedarlingduckling

I never liked that saying.

I don't mind the work. I just hate the stress that comes with it.

#//i'll allow it

Attractiveness is mostly subjective, and based on opinion. Love your own frown lines and you should be fine.

thedarlingduckling

My opinion is that frown-lines are ugly, and I would rather not have them than learn to love them.

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