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𝙿𝚎𝚐: 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎~

𝙿𝚎𝚐: 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘!?

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢: 𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!

...

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎: 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍-

Donald: Okay, time to work.

Next, Donald flirts with Pete all day. She pushes him against the wall, pulls him by his collar or tie, whispers all sorts of things in his ear (cute, vulgar, and both) and top him.

Donald: Okay, it's enough for today.

Pete, lying somewhere nearby with a completely red face, tattered clothes and fur, covered with kisses of purple lipstick: It was even better than fucking heaven.

I'm so normal about them, trust me.

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Donald's Quacky Duck! Duck! Duck City! coasters from Tokyo Disneyland

In the Duck City

Scrooge: Whose idea was this?!

Daisy: In our defense, it should be a birthday present.

Scrooge: It's a terrible present, I have to tell you! It's like you don't know Donald! He's going to mess up and behave worse than Gladstone!

Gladstone: Hey!

Huey: If we hurry up and find Unca Donald, we can control his level of arrogance! *gets a graffiti of arrogance where the levels are divided into the arrogance of Gladstone, Scrooge, Louie, etc.*

Gladstone: Why am I at the highest level?!

Della: Shut up, Gladdy! Donald!! We coming!

After a while...

Dewey: I'm tired...

Louie: And I'm richer.

Somewhere in the distance, Mickey screamed.

Della: What the-?!

When they ran to Mickey, he was lying on a bench while Minnie and Goofy waved their fans at him.

Della: Again. What the-

Daisy: *silently points to a small castle-like house*

Inside.

Donald in a sailor princess dress: Pete, stop it~

Pete in a pirate costume: Why? These roses will match your dress very well.~

Della: Ew! Kids, close your eyes!

Scrooge: *fainted*

He's WHAT?!

Tbf, we all know the fate of Quackmore. He was beheaded by Peg Leg Pete.

Fanfic for my birthday!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Pete liked to look at Donald.

He remembered it from his childhood.

He liked watching the yellow duckling enthusiastically quacking something, showing how to assemble various incomprehensible shit from cubes or some kind of figures.

He liked watching the duckling in the sailor suit smile cheerfully while they both played with the boats.

He liked watching a teenage grunge duck practice guitar, and when nothing worked out, he threw it aside, taking out his notebook to write or draw something.

He liked watching his comrade and the soldier smile brightly, tenderly quacking such kind words that saved him in any terrible situation... Even when the cat lost his leg..

And, in secret... Pete liked listening to Donald.

Listen to his voice, hear his words.. It wasn't just pleasant. It was fucking amazing.

Pete liked to look at Donald. And he likes to look at Donald.

— Pete? — Just like now. — How do I look?

Pete broke away from his thoughts, stopped staring at one point, and looked at Donald.

Donald was standing in front of the mirror, getting into some poses, examining his naked reflection, and trying to figure out if this bra was suitable for him.

A pale orange bra with white stripes and a bow between her breasts was sitting, Pete was ready to give his other leg, it was just fucking perfect on Donald. Especially the way the lace clung to the duck's feathers in the light of that damn old apartment (which they rent as a headquarters to receive orders for espionage missions without the risk of someone else reading them).

— Well? Why are you silent? — Donald wanted to turn to Pete, but he was stopped by two big hands on his shoulders. And the answer to the question was a kiss on his neck.

— You're fucking gorgeous. — Pete whispered into the duck's feathers, licking the spot where he had previously left his kiss.

Pete likes, loves, adores looking at Donald. Listen and hear. Feel him.

He doesn't know if he ever loved him before or when it started.

He knew he loved Peg, but they got divorced. He knew that he loved Trudy, but they broke up.

But does Pete love Donald right now? Yes. More life.

But will this love last until the grave? Or will they break up again sometime and remain friends-enemies, as they were before?

Pete doesn't know and doesn't care.

Right now, the most important thing is that they sleep together, hugging each other. And knowing full well that tomorrow there will definitely be a new adventure, a new danger, and they will definitely be together.

Pete is on the phone: So, that's why I think..

PJ: DAD!!

Pete: What the-..

PJ: DID YOU FUCK A DUCK?!

Pete without hesitation: YES!! AND MORE THAN ONCE!

PJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!

The Phantom Blot on the line: Why...

Duck Avenger: Hm...

Paperinika: Hey, Avenger, what on your min-...

Spider*: Go kill yourself or something stupid pirate. He's my enemy.

The Raider: Bo-hoo, cry-cry kitty cat. He's my bitch and I have the witnesses.

Duck Avenger: I can take them both or I can't...

Paperinika: ?!

What did the duck avenger really mean: *Can he beat them both at the same time or not*

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Spider * — Pete's supervillain name is because of his four mechanical arms.

Pete: What. The. Fuck.

Donald: *fucked up is a huge blue Bible duck with lots of eyes, gold rings, arms and a pair of wings*

Goofy: He broke his staff and all his magic returned to his body.

Pete: ...

Pete: Hm...

Mickey: DON'T YOU THINK FUCK HIM!

Pete: Still...

｡.｡:∞♡*♥Happe (late) Valentine's Day!♥*♡∞:｡.｡

— Where is he? — A grunt resembling the soft roar of a tiger was heard.

Pete, the source of the sound, was standing at the entrance to the embankment, tapping his foot nervously. However, despite the malicious tone in which he uttered these words, Pete's face reflects other feelings. Something between nervousness and... panic.

In fact, the answer to your possible questions is obvious if you pay attention to the surroundings around you and the date on the calendar.

Valentine's Day.

And Pete has a date tonight.

But unfortunately, his valentine is late, which is very unnerving, annoying and scaring the cat.

He's wearing his best suit! White trousers and a jacket with a purple shirt are classics! He bought flowers and doesn't even smoke now, so as not to spoil the date with the stink of tobacco! SO WHY-

— Hey, Pete! — Pete's monologue was interrupted by the sound of a familiar quacking voice. — Sorry! I'm late. — his date.

Pete instantly turned to sound source and give his best smile.

— It's okay. Just next time... — but his words stuck in his throat as soon as he saw what he was wearing.

As you may have guessed, Pete's date is Donald Duck. He's wearing a purple shirt, fully buttoned up to his cheek, but beyond that... He's wearing a skirt! Black fitted knee-length skirt and shoes with a strap on the palm.

Pete's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes widened, and his face turned bright red.

— I'll be damned... — he muttered without taking his shocked gaze off Donald.

Don giggled sheepishly, feeling awkward under the scrutiny of his date. His cheeks turned red and he looked away, removing his hands from behind his back.. along with the flowers?!

Pete blinked rapidly, coming to his senses, when a bouquet of bluebells, red carnations and white clover appeared in front of his face, surprisingly beautifully and harmoniously combined.

— For... For me?! — He pointed at himself uncertainly with his finger and his face turned redder when the duck in front of him nodded, still daring to look at him again.

The big cat felt his heart start beating faster. He cleared his throat and also took his hands off my back, also handing the bouquet to his new boyfriend.

Donald's eyes also widened in shock at the sight of roses, lavandas, and dandelions wrapped in newspaper, looking like a bouquet picked by a child.

Pete and Don exchanged bouquets in silence, quietly examining them.

— I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'll be damned. — A quiet grin escaped from the throat of the black cat, on whose lips played a warm and gentle smile. — You weren't lying when you said you worked as a florist. It's pretty... — He stopped talking when he turned and saw Donald's face.. — H-he-hey! What's wrong, duckie? — Pete nervously approached Donald, gently placing his hand on his shoulder, anxiously wondering what he had done wrong again.

But all his worries quickly disappeared, as did the kiss that Donald gave him.

— I'm fine, don't worry. — He said softly, comfortingly stroking the cat's cheek. — Just... — Duck paused, looking down, but then quickly looked up with a smile. — No one has ever given me flowers! — he laughed a little, then gave Pete a sincere and noble look. — Thank you. Really.

Pete stared blankly at Donald, barely able to process his words and the sudden kiss. He coughed into his fist before looking away in embarrassment, rubbing his neck.

— N-no prob, Don! — he laughed nervously and stupidly, eliciting a cheerful smile from his partner.

Gradually, the big cat's laughter subsided, and his gaze became more sincere.

— You know... — He began slowly, while his eyes were directed at the flowers, as if there was something interesting in them. — No one has ever given me flowers either.. — Pete chuckled slightly, shifting his gaze to Don, looking at him with sincerity and love. — Thank you too.

Pete and Donald just stared at each other for a while, like two lovesick teenage goofs who are on a date for the first time.

As a result, they silently took each other by the hand and headed to the embankment, thinking among themselves what would happen next, clutching the bouquets presented by their lovers...~

Minishot for DonPete!

It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.

The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.

— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.

Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.

— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.

Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?

— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?

— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.

— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..

Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?

— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.

Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.

— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...

Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.

— That's so..

— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.

— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.

All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.

— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.

— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.

Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.

— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.

Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.

— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.

Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..

— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.

Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.

His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.

— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.

— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.

Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.

— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..

Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.

— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...

Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.

— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...

Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.

— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.

A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.

— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.

The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..

— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!

Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.

The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.

— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.

Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.

Phantom Blot: Your last word?

Mickey: *deep breath to say something cool*

Donald: I'M GAY.

Pete, peeking out from behind the Phantom Blot: Oh, shit! Me too!

Donald and Pete: *kissing*

Phantom Blot and Mickey: ...

Mickey: I hate this.

Phantom Blot: Bitch, I should say that.

I LOVE IT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH

@polina-me Request number 1, I assume this is what you meant by DonPete? (Donald and Pete? If not, I have done this art request ENTIRELY wrong).

Hope you like it!

Scrooge: ...And that's how we spent Christmas.

Donald: Ha, it's not as wild and crazy as usual, and to be honest, the only thing I remember is that you finally decided to have a relationship with Santa Claus. You're getting old, Uncle.

Scrooge: Hey!

Della: Come on, Donald! We all had fun. I mean, how did you spend time with your boyfriend?

Donald: *flashbacks of how he and Pete saved the world* Uh...

Pete: *more flashbacks of him and Pete saving the world + memories of Donald in women's dresses* Um...

Donald and Pete: *EVEN more flashbacks about how he and Pete saved the world + memories of their romantic intimacy* Well...

Donald: Just had a delicious dinner and went to bed.

Pete: Well, there were a couple more movies and a little musical number.

Della: Ha! See?

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I hope you had wonderful holidays! Good luck in the new year, I love you!

"the damsell in distress and the villian [in even more distress]"

turns out [hiding with your friend] kidnapping her and keeping her on a little stone while youre afraid of the water isnt a good idea

reblogs >>> likes

Portis: So, okay... First of all: Pete, you're fucking gay, I get it, love and all, but just so you know, this is DONALD DUCK, MOTHERFUCKER. Seriously, he deserves better than that... Well, you know. You.

Pete: Yeah, like I didn't know that.

Portis: Secondly...

Pete: ...

Portis: ...

Portis: These chocolates are crap. If you want to make him a really cool bouquet of chocolate, then you need normal products. Anyway, look...

Pete: *Super cool passes through the security system of the McDuck mansion*

Phantom Blot: *evil laugh* Yes, Pete! Keep up the good work and I'll finally be able to get my hands on this damn artifact!

Pete: *stops right in front of the front door*

Phantom Blot: HAHAHA! Wait, what are you doing?

Pete: *takes out a bouquet from under his jacket*

Phantom Blot: Wait, no.

Pete: *sprays himself with perfume*

Phantom Blot: No, stop.

Pete: *licked his palm and smoothed his hair*

Phantom Blot: Pete, no.

Pete: *wipes his hand on his pants and puts mint in his mouth*

Phantom Blot: I'm serious, Pete.

Pete: *presses the doorbell*

Phantom Blot: Oh Gods, I beg you...

Donald opens the door: Hello?

Pete with a big smile and the most seductive smile he's capable of: *hands the bouquet to Donald* Hey~

Phantom Blot: PETE, YOU WET CAT, F-

Donald: Great, the police are here!

Pete: Well, the plan as usual is CE.

Donald: "CE"?...

Pete: Cute eyes. Look.

Chief O'Hara: Hands behind your head!!

Pete: 🥺meow...

Chief O'Hara: Awww...

Pete: Your turn, babe.

Donald: Okay, I think...?

Donald: *deep breath in*

Donald with the sweet eyes: Q-quack...

Later

Mickey on the phone: Can you believe it, the boss had a heart attack! They managed to save him, but for some reason he was smiling.. Doctors assume that it is a stroke...

Donald: Oh, it's very sad...

Pete in the background: *dying of laughter*

hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk

Donald, in his outburst of anger, who beat all the criminals: *stands and breathes heavily, all red with anger**

Phantom Blot: Well, I didn't think that the anger of this duck would be scarier than a mouse... We need to leave quickly and... Pete?

Pete, with a big black eye: *lies and looks at Donald with eyes full of love, ignoring all the words of the Fantom Blot*

Pete: Ha... I hope he likes flowers...

Donald: What if I'm actually a terrible uncle? Or a terrible nephew or a sibling? Or maybe all together? I always try hard, but what if it's not enough? Or I'm trying in vain.. The kids have a great mom, cousins and Della have great lives and they don't need me in them. And Uncle Scrooge probably hates me at all, I'm not a businessman or an adventurer. I'm just a duck with terrible luck who can't stay in one job for more than three months...

Pete: Okay, for the record: no fucking coffee or tea before bedtime.

I’m not the only one who thinks Pete is hot, right?

TRICK OR TREAT!

What about everyone's favorite cat Pete?

P.s.: I hope you have fun in Halloween 💕🦆💙

Ohhhhh, @polina-me, that's such a cute costume you're wearing! Here don't forget to have some candy.

Halloween is coming soon! What if Pete told scary stories to Mickey and Goofy (and maybe someone else) and everyone would be scared, but Donald was calm as hell. And when would you ask him: "Donald, what the hell? You're usually the first one to jump out of the feathers!" Donald is like, "I was there. It won't work a second time"

And also the hard headcanon that Pete and Donald served together

Your drawing of Pete is so cute! I always smile when I see your posts in the recommendations! (≡^∇^≡)

May I ask: how do you see Donald and Pete's friendship? I just ship them, but I'm interested in the opinion of other Donald and Pete fans

HIIII THANKS!!! I see them as Pete making Donald mad knowingly, I see that Donald may be the one of the trio who's less excited to be Pete's friend and actually tries to avoid him but oh well gjslagk

Your drawing of Pete is so cute! I always smile when I see your posts in the recommendations! (≡^∇^≡)

May I ask: how do you see Donald and Pete's friendship? I just ship them, but I'm interested in the opinion of other Donald and Pete fans

HIIII THANKS!!! I see them as Pete making Donald mad knowingly, I see that Donald may be the one of the trio who's less excited to be Pete's friend and actually tries to avoid him but oh well gjslagk

Two types of my favorite bird×cat trails:

TaiShen: Both are traumatized, not loved by their parents; they overcome their complexes and boundaries for each other; they are so cute and comfortable that it is hard to believe that they committed the most terrible crimes.

DonPete: Both are traumatized because of their relatives and do not know if they are loved or not; don't give a shit about complexes and feel incredibly free with each other; at the same time two chaotic trouble makers and two calm ones; the language of love: words, physical touches, food, music, just spending time with each other; everyone hates their couple But they don 't care

Scrooge: Oh, that damn black cat! I am completely sure that this "vacation" is just an excuse to take advantage of my poor, little, pathetic, stupid, sweet, pure and immaculate nephew!

At this time

Pete and Donald: *They fish, cook and make origami together. They kiss very, very, very much and are so very comfortable and sweet that it is simply impossible, especially with Pete's character.*

Donald: .. And that's how I learned to fluff my tail without hands. Of course, I didn't use this skill much, but hey! It's cute.

Pete, who realized halfway through the story that he liked Donald's voice and didn't listen to everything else, wondering when and how he managed to fall in love with this quacking madness: Yeah... I bet it is...

Pete woke up unexpectedly and uncomfortably early. But more frustratingly, he woke up from a nightmare.

He was breathing heavily, staring into space, while drops of sweat and rare tears flowed down his face and dripped from the selection. The screams from his dream could still be heard in his ears.

*— Peter!*

*— Everything will be okay!*

*— Go without me!*

*— I know, you can do it!*

*— I love you!*

Pete took a shaky breath, feeling a storm of goosebumps that ran down his back. Both then and now, these words had and will have their own special effect.

He rubbed his hand wearily over his face and looked at the other side of the bed.

— Thanks, God... — he muttered when he saw the one who had said all these words to him. Donald Duck.

Donald was sleeping peacefully, muttering softly in his sleep. It was so rare to see him in such a peaceful state that it was almost impossible.

Pete sighed and got back into bed, pulling his lover closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of duck. The scent of mango and kiwi filled his lungs as a thought flashed through his mind.

"He never liked pungent smells.." — no matter how expensive the perfume or the person who gave it to him, Donald will still throw away the bottle of cologne if it is too harsh. Instead, he will buy some kind of "feminine" or light perfume with the smell of fruits or berries.

Pete always liked to tease the sea duck about this, although subconsciously he always calmed down by inhaling exactly what Donald chose.

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— You know, if you need to talk about your nightmares, then just say it. — Donald calmly applied his makeup without looking up from the mirror.

Today, as luck would have it, I received a letter from the boss with a new task. They would have refused, but the amount for the fulfillment was too tempting to refuse.

Pete shook his head, tightening his tie.

— I'll be fine. — He felt his partner's gaze as Donald looked at him through the mirror. — I just... — sighed nervously, choosing which jewelry with a transformation stone to take — I'll tell you when we get back... Ok?

Donald rolled his eyes as he combed his wig.

— I took you at your word. — he answered rather sternly as he put on and adjusted his wig.

The final touch, without which Donald did not consider his image complete: a couple of puffs of perfume.

After taking a second glance at the mirror to admire himself, he finally headed for the exit.

Pete was already waiting for him at the door, but before they left, he stopped the duck by putting his hand on his shoulder.

Donald raised one eyebrow, but did not have time to say anything, as his partner suddenly buried his nose in his wig, inhaling the scent of perfume. He stared at Pete in surprise as the cat's face slowly turned red.

— Oh.. My~ — Donald giggled and took the cat's hand, lifting his glove a little. — I love you too. — He kissed the back of Pete's hand and returned the glove to its original position.

Without further ado, they laced their fingers and walked confidently to the street, where a car was waiting for them, ready to send them on a mission.

no one touch me or my comic relief characters ever again 😤