#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ; ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Huey IC 」

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Cyra smiles and places a cold pack in Huey's hands, "It helps with anxiety." She says before sitting down next to him, "Now, talk to me." She smiles, "I know, I'm Elliot's sister, but I promise, I'm not gonna harp on you for whatever's going on. This isn't the time."

-  ✩   「 @double-knots 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Huey wordlessly takes the cold pack, too tired to argue against it... Besides, it wouldn’t do any good. Like Cyra had said, this isn’t the time. Yet Huey doesn’t do much with the pack besides fidget. Fingers squish and toy with the cold surface, the duckling’s troubled gaze focused on it but not appearing to see much of anything. Huey doesn’t appear to even CONSIDER doing anything else with the pack. Not out of stubbornness— however believable that would be —but because his mind is far too busy to spare the thought.

His arms feel too heavy... the rest of his body not faring much better.

So, he just pokes at it... feeling the chill start to bite at his palms as he sucks in a deep breath and finally admits out loud the one thing that’s been weighing heaviest on his chest.

 ❝  I think... I need to break up with Elliot.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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「 ☆ 」     ❝  What you call ‘OCD’, I call putting things back where you found them.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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Elliot gives Huey a lil kiss on the cheek, before grinning and sliding his scarf around the other's neck. Then stealing the red hat and plopping it on top of his own head. "Boyfriends take each other's clothes 'n' stuff, right?"

- ✩ { double-knots } ✩

{ ☆ } Huey immediately stiffens at the cheek kiss, fire seeming to spread from where Elliot’s lips touched him, covering his entire face with warmth that flutters down to pool in his chest and stomach. It’s still- new... having someone to give him cheek kisses; let alone having that someone be ELLIOT. While Huey had always known that he admired the other boy— even if he didn’t want to admit it —he still had been taken off-guard by how deeply this admiration actually ran. From how feelings of inadequacy and frustration had been confusingly intermingling with the fears and desires of a crush. 

Even if it had taken Huey some nudging and time to allow himself to accept it as such.

Blinking quizzically for a second, he needs a moment to remember how to actually BREATHE— it’s in and then out, right? —before he sputters with a giggle that both mortifies and yet entices more, hands darting to cover his beak and stifle the lovestruck sound. But he can hardly help it, gaze averting to the side and shoulders hunching slightly as he tries to compose himself, the feeling of Elliot’s scarf around his neck sending a fresh fleet of butterflies into his guts. Surely he’ll grow accustomed to things like this, become better at accepting it. He won’t be embarrassing himself or risking Elliot realizing what a DISASTER he actually is forever.  

... Right?

It’s the feeling of his hat suddenly snatched away that sends a jolt through Huey’s body, breath hitching in an instinctive panic that threatens to grab him for a moment... Feathers ruffling and giddiness stopped by a strained yelp he only faintly hears, gaze snaps back to Elliot in a brief bout of fear— he feels so weird without his hat on —only for it to slowly subside, feathers falling back into place and shock overtaken by a small, slightly uncertain smile... but it’s there.

❝  Heh... Y-Yeah. Right...  ❞  Huey replies, voice not filled was as much confidence as he’d like it to be... Still, he reaches over and holds Elliot’s hand, not wanting to make a big deal out of what he’s certain isn’t one. After all, Elliot had given him his scarf with little trouble at all. Honestly, Huey doesn’t MIND Elliot wearing his hat; doesn’t even mind that he took it. But that doesn’t mean the knots in his stomach are undone in an instant. Smile growing in certainty as he gives Elliot’s hand a small squeeze, quickly placing a peck of a kiss against the other boy’s cheek— Huey’s burning brighter in retaliation —before adding,  ❝  Boyfriends.  ❞ 

Yeah. He could get used to this.

❝  You look pretty good in a hat... Not as good as I look in this scarf though.  ❞  Huey teases, free hand resting against his chest as he dons a cheeky grin. Peeking over at his boyfriend, feathers fluff a bit as he jokes,  ❝  No offense~  ❞  { ☆ }

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So, Huey… how about dating a fellow Woodchuck? Like, I don’t know, maybe that nice boy Alan?

{ ☆ } ❝  Wh- Why do people keep asking things like that? What am I doing to make them think that I have ANY romantic feelings towards or- or interest in Alan? ALAN??  ❞  

Maybe it’s the way Huey’s face immediately turns scarlet, but not the usual anger-filled shade. This is a softer one, blooming across like a persistant flower amongst fresh snow, tainting it with a truth that Huey would rather keep buried.  ❝  He’s SO condescending! I mean— Okay, he might not be trying to be. But he IS.  ❞  Something Huey can relate to; although he does admit, he has his moments of purposeful patronizing.  ❝  He’s always trying to ‘help’, like I don’t know what I’m doing. Like he’s sooooooo much better than me.  ❞  

❝  Well, he’s NOT. Yeah— He’s intelligent and talented and probably the nicest guy I’ve ever met, and he’s tall and cute and- and he’s got these eyes that... and his smile is— and... and when he talks you kinda just wanna hear him and when I talk he’s actually listening and—  ❞  

❝  And he’s got a girlfriend and a crush on a stupid theater boy so SHUT UP!  ❞  { ☆ }

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✩ { @decanard​​​ } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } This is his fault... Everything had happened so quickly, and in that split-second between a chance and— THIS... Huey had froze. He’d panicked. A million plans in place for a million scenarios, and he’d panicked thanks to this one... and now look what happened.

Donald hadn’t froze. He hadn’t let fear overtake him... No. He acted. He pushed Huey to safety, taking the blow instead. All Huey has to show for it is mussed feathers and scraped knees, a few bruises and a twinge in his elbow from where he landed wrong. Meanwhile, Donald- ... Huey swallows thickly at the sight, eyes wide and stomach twisting in knots; sweat beading down his brow, he can barely hear his own frantic thoughts over the racing of his heart. Junior Woodchuck lessons flood by in a rush, analyzing injuries and taking stock of possible resources and figuring out how to signal the others and gOD THAT’S A LOT OF BLOOD.

Focus, Huey... Focus. You can’t afford to— to... Stay calm, Huey. Just stay calm. Don’t cry. Don’t cry and don’t panic and stay calm and remember to BREATHE and stop just staring and DO something and stop crying—

Eyes widen, the world abruptly falling deathly silent when Donald reaches out a hand. Huey can faintly hear a ringing in his head, but he’s learned to ignore it when the time calls... and this time definitely calls for it. Shakily grabbing onto Donald’s hand, eyes widen at his dad’s Uncle’s words, breath hitching and tears starting to overflow with even more fervor. Because that sounds like...  ❝  You- ... You sound like you’re saying goodbye.  ❞  

Head shakes vigorously, the eldest triplet— the one who prides himself on a clear-head, on logical thinking and maturity and everything else a leader should be —starting to uncontrollably argue with the eloquence of a ‘child’,  ❝  N-No. No, no, no no no, no no no NO! Don’t say you’re sorry! Don’t act like- like you’re not gonna- gonna... Just- Stop it! Stop talking like that! Stop leaving me!  ❞  Like there’s actually a choice. Gaze riveted on the older duck, Huey can barely see Donald through his tears, and maybe... that’s a good thing.

❝  Please, Uncle Donald! I- I can’t do this without you... I can’t- I can’t take care of them... Dewey and L-Louie... I- They need you... I need you...  ❞  For all his intelligence, Huey can’t fathom a world without Donald in it. Then again, he’s never been too good with creativity. That’s more Dewey and Louie’s department. He was always more of the practical one, helping out around the Houseboat, with finances, cooking— even if Donald did object to that one —and all the dozen of other ‘little’ things that threatened to slip through the cracks since Donald had his hands full trying to support three boys and himself. But he didn’t mind. He and Donald were- are a team. They take care of the serious stuff because that’s what an adult and oldest do.

At least.. they did. 

Now Della is back, and they have Scrooge, and Beakley, and Duckworth- but it’s still... not the same. Try as they all might, none of them are Donald. Adventurous and reckless and far less ‘stuffy’ than Huey is accustomed to, while he does mostly enjoy the change of pace and embrace newfound knowledge with open arms... that doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry. Doesn’t see how the new adults in his life handle things and contemplate how Donald would have done it better instead. Doesn’t find himself clinging to his position as eldest, still abruptly remembering that certain responsibilities aren’t HIS anymore. But at least Donald is there too.

No matter what, Donald has ALWAYS been there...

❝  I’m sorry... I’m sorry I didn’t move... Please- Please don’t go...  ❞  { ☆ }

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"Doesn't this feel like a boob?" ( DKJDEKLDLFD; -Gosalyn demanded to be first & this one for Huey. I am so sorry, Dragon. I- help. )

- ✩ { @gamblealife } ✩

{ ☆ }  Gosalyn is amazing. She’s smart and adventurous and pretty and fun and a good listener even when he’s rambling about ‘boring nerd stuff’ that she insists is cute, much to his brothers’ disgust... But she is also exasperating at times and Huey never fails to be taken aback by the stuff that comes out of his girlfriend’s mouth. Because what the actual heck, Gos?!

Snatching the water balloon away from her, it nearly pops in his grasp as fingers dig into the plastic. Face overtaken by a scarlet blush, feathers fluff out messier than one would think possible as he sputters with wide-eyes,  ❝  H-How would I know?!  ❞  Gaze flickers down to the balloon, it balanced on a palm as he motions at it frantically with his other hand,  ❝  I-I mean- Maybe?! It’s certainly squishy and malleable-  ❞  And now it’s being fumbled from hand to hand in an attempt at trying to keep it from falling, the balloon having nearly slipped from his palm,  ❝  But it’s not warm as I imagine it—  ❞  

Arms abruptly wrap around it in a desperate grab, the balloon suddenly POPPING in his face, drenching the poor duckling from head to toe,  ❝  —should be...  ❞  Final words are muttered in an ironically-dry tone, expression unamused as he huffs put a breath of air, tattered balloon hanging limply from his arms. { ☆ }

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{ ☆ } ❝  Blathering Blatherskite, it’s finished!  ❞  Chimes an eager duckling, plopping a helmet on his head with an eager wagging of his tail. After weeks of labor and love and trial and error, it is finally complete... The greatest costume that has EVER existed, because it is—

❝  A costume of-  ❞  Cue the mimicry of his hero’s ‘heroic voice’,  ❝  —the BEST hero in this and any other universe!  ❞  { ☆ }   

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{ ☆ } “Being Launchpad was a... surreal experience...”

“I NEVER want to experience that again.” { ☆ }

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Blue eyes don't look at Huey, Boyd remaining rather quiet. While he was happy he was fixed and all, he still had those old memories locked away and,,, yes Dr Gearloose made him, helped him but, "Huey?" Boyd asks, frowning, "Is it bad I want to go back to mister Beaks and let him be my dad?"He looks away, "I know Dr Gearloose helped me but,,, mister Beaks treated me like his son after I got home and no longer smelt like trash." (My Boyd is Mark's son in general but after the ep I had too ;3;)  - ✩ { @aflockoffeathers​ } ✩

{ ☆ }  Honestly, Huey doesn’t have the best opinion of Mark Beaks. Doesn’t have the best opinion of those who have a ‘fake-it’ mentality, especially when the advances of technology and science are involved. To think, he used to idolize the parrot. To view him with the same esteem he places on Fenton and Gyro. Or at least, close... That’s the problem with frauds like him. Taking credit from and attention away from the true heroes who deserve it. Heck, the memory he glimpsed from Boyd attests to it.

However... As much as he hates to admit it, and as little as he understands it, Huey can’t deny that Boyd seems to have bonded with Mark. For whatever reason, he’s chosen him as a dad despite his true origins. And in Huey’s opinion, a far more suitable father figure. As someone with experience being raised by someone else, and who often adopts honorary family without paying any heed to blood bonds, Huey can at least understand that.

Biting his bottom lip and swallowing the truth unfavorable opinion that wants to slip out, Huey rapidly taps a hand against his leg. Cheeks puffing as he holds his breath, gaze is averted— unable to look at those worried blue hues —as he mulls over how to say- “Nooooooo... No, no, no, no...” He sputters rapidly, shaking his head and lightly waving his arms in an awkward attempt to placate his friend, “That’s not BAD. It’s- understandable... Natural to want to return to the home and person you’re most comfortable with.”

Even if that home was gained through unconventional and kinda unethical means.

Taking a deep breath and mentally kicking himself, a hand moves to rest on Boyd’s shoulder, Huey donning a comforting and sympathetic smile. Tone becoming softer, he tries again, “Look... I get it. I know what it’s like to feel... conflicted about who created you and, who took care of you.” Even now, there are times when Huey momentarily forgets who is ‘technically’ his parent and who is... ‘not’. Still, he loves them both, of course. But if he had to make a choice- “But if Mark Beaks feels more like a dad to you, then he’s your dad. I mean, as long as he’s a good one...” Otherwise, there’s going to be a PROBLEM.

“I’m sure Dr. Gearloose will understand. We all just want you to be happy... Okay?” { ☆ }

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- ✩ { @rosdtmuses​​ } ✩

{ ☆ } “B-But, the Junior Woodchuck Annual Survival Wilderness Training Camping Trip is this weekend! As the Woodchuck with the most experience in perilous situations and the most knowledge in how to survive and defend from them, I HAVE to be there!” 

At least that’s what Huey wants to say. What he plans on saying. What he thinks he said... But after a few seconds of awkward silence and Daisy just giving him that ‘no-nonsense’ look, he realizes that he has yet to speak. Instead, he’s merely been arguing in his hazed mind whilst looking aghast at the suggestion that he needs TO REST. So, hands flailing around and disheveled feathers ruffled with unconcealed panic, he argues in a horribly congested voice, “But- But- I... There’s a- And I HAVE to- C-CAmpout! Only once a- and it’s my chance to- Wilderness and- and survival and SMARTS-” And showing off. 

The distraught duckling is deliriously rambling at this point, legs trembling like jelly as he threatens to fall over at any moment, “Please, Aunt Daisy! I-I’ve been waiting so long for this! Like- Three hundred and sixty-three days!” .... “NO! Three hundred and sixty-two- seven! FIVE! Three sixty-five!” Cue a bout of weak, awkward laughter— Huey sniffing pathetically as he takes a tissue out from underneath his hat —a hand waving as if to brush off his minor bout of panic regarding numbers. “Pfffff... Just a minor slip of the tongue, that’s all!” 

... And now he’s blown his nose, crumbling the tissue and hiding it behind his back with a sheepish smile. Daisy, get this boy to bed IMMEDIATELY.  { ☆ }

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[BoydHuey] ❤️+🖤 [BIGGER OOF]  - ✩ { @aflockoffeathers } ✩

{ ☆ } “Boyd is remarkably inquisitive! He’s appreciative of everything he learns, no matter how small or substantial it may seem, and he doesn’t get annoyed whenever I dump a lot of information on him. He’s patient and kind and enthusiastic and- and...” Despite only needing to say a singular thing about Boyd, the red-clad duckling can’t help but gush about his best friend. The first he’d made and by far the best he could ever hope to have.  “And whenever I’m around him my day instantly gets better!” It’s... incredible, honestly.

Having someone who makes him feel so understood and appreciated. Who makes him feel alight with excitement, so much so that it swirls around in his stomach like a swarm of butterflies and causes his cheeks to light up brighter than his hat and sometimes makes his palms kinda sweaty and- ... Clearing his throat, cheek puffs and body tenses momentarily as he tries to get a hold of himself. There’s a second part to this, after all.  

“I do wish he was more... adept at defending himself though. He’s too sweet for his own good sometimes. I KNOW what he’s capable of and so does he...” But that’s likely where the problem lies, and a part of what keeps Boyd from displaying it even when threatened. Although, the parrot’s overwhelming kindness and consideration most likely has the biggest influence. “I’m- I’m not saying he has to blow down a city or something... But- At least stop people from hurting him as much as they do. I can’t always be around to protect him.” But whenever the opportunity arises, Huey is quick to jump into the fray. 

If it can even be called a ‘fray’ when the victim refuses to fight BACK.

McDuck temper arising at the sight of his friend in danger, face scarlet and feathers ruffled much like his Uncle Donald, those fights tend to end rather quickly. Unfortunately, while he has the fury and protectiveness on his side... that doesn’t equate to invincibility or fighting prowess. Apparently, there’s a difference between understanding the skills and techniques of combat and being able to put them into practice effectively. Still, he’s learning... and with every squirmish, every bruise and scrape and blackeye... he’s determined to get better.

He HAS to. { ☆ }

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" Did you fail at Junior Woodchucks? I heard about it from Della. " - Gyro no.  

- ✩ { @listofevilinventions​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Wow... News sure travels fast. Huey is nearly-certain his mother was ranting to Gyro about the unfairness of it all; she’d taken his loss even harder than HIM. A massive surprise to everyone involved. Still, he would have preferred for the... events of earlier to remain between those involved. Who else knows about his shame? Stomach flips just thinking about it... Suspecting that there are others out there that he doesn’t know of. All aware of how he had blundered the event he’d been anticipating and pre-boasting about for-

... an embarrassingly long time. 

“Well... I mean, I wouldn’t say I failed completely at Junor Woodchucking...” Despite having come to terms, more or less, with the inevitability of... failure, Huey still feels his feathers bristle at the word, a small twitch arising in his left eye as his heart involuntarily races in a fight or flight instinct. Although, if he’s being honest— “Yes, there were a few times when I... didn’t act like the most respectable Junior Woodchuck.” Like when he abandoned Violet in favor of his own self-interest. “But we all make... mistakes.” Teeth grit as its near-spat out with difficulty, shoulders tensing and the statement feeling like bile on his tongue. 

Keep calm, Huey. You’re better than this... You’ve... grown from this. You have to.

“But n-next time, I’m sure I’ll get it right! Heheheh...” He adds, with a signature ‘I’m-trying-to-keep-it-together’ light laugh. Swallowing a lump in his throat the size of a boulder, he adds with an awkward small shrug, “Honestly, mom seemed to be more upset about the results of the challenge than I was... and- and on the bright side, I did get a badge out of it!” Hands fumble to point at his newest addition, a strange bittersweetness arising at the sight of his... award. “See? It’s the... Failure badge.” Tone becomes a bit lackluster at the name, but Huey shakes his head— bangs mussing further —and dons a smile of good-sportsmanship.

“So... Ironically, today wasn’t a complete failure on my part.” { ☆ }

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{ ☆ } “You know how some kids have imaginary friends, right? People or- Well, figments— like maybe a book, as a non-specific example —that they can see and hear clear as day. Maybe even arriving unprompted at the start. Almost as if they didn’t really... have any control over it at all. Heh...” Cue an awkward clearing of his throat, disheveled feathers ruffling further, “Is it, eh... normal for them to... Oh, I dunno...” 

“Die?” { ☆ }

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‘ If you were a library book, I would check you out. ‘ ( Gosalyn/Huey Gos pls. That might fly over his head or something worse x3 )- ✩ { @gamblealife​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Beak is shoved in a book thicker than a prime cut of steak, an ungodly-tall stack beside him on the desk that Huey also planned on ‘skimming’ through. But since he’s been skimming through his current book for the past ten minutes— soaking in every single word —chances are that he’s going to end up lugging them back home to read at his leisure later. Because there is NO WAY Gosalyn is going to endure much more of this quote-unquote ‘quick errand’.

Although, she should have expected Huey to hunker down and make himself at home the moment he mentioned checking the library to see if they had received his special ordered book yet. Which, of course, they haven’t... Yet here they are, and here he is engulfed by a completely unrelated one.

Chestnut hues glide over the page with fervor, Huey lightly emitting ‘oh!’s and ‘aaaah’s as he soaks in knowledge about different types of metals, some of which he’s curious to see if they offer any improvement to the Gizmosuit. So, it’s no surprise that Gosalyn’s words initially fly right over his head, earning no more than a distracted- “Hmm? Oh, that’s- that’s nice...”

One moment passes. Flip of a page. Two moments pass. Flip of a page. Three moments. Flip of a—

“Wait- What?”

Flinching when he is suddenly bombarded by the shushing and disappointed gaze of an elderly librarian— complete with the scathing slow head shake of disapproval —shoulders hunch and back slumps over the table as he attempts to hide his face in his book, feathers fluffed and cheeks even redder than his ensemble. Guilty expression turning into a flustered ‘glare’— honestly, it looks more like he’s pouting —he whisper-yells, “Well, I hope you’re happy...”

Frankly, just from his frazzled demeanor alone, she probably is. { ☆ }

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You may know this, you know strange things. What is the boiling point of brain? / dewey @ huey !  - ✩ { @warraigoe​​​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Beak is currently buried in a book, brows furrowed in concentration and gaze rapidly scanning across the pages, yet somehow managing to absorb each and every word adorning them. Not that this stops him from going back and re-reading them a few times, just to be certain that he’s correctly analyzing the knowledge they contain... Some might consider this pastime a dull or boring one since their norm has been engaging in epic quests and cheating death a concerning amount of times lately. But Huey is versatile. 

He’s always been good at preparing for the worst as well as engaging. 

Fully listening to a question before blurting out the answer if he happens to KNOW it, however, is a skill that he has yet to master... Without even skipping a beat, he responds in a monotone voice as if he was merely offering common knowledge, “Well, the boiling point of Cerebrospinal fluid— the liquid surrounding a brain —is approximately 100.6 degrees celsius.” Suddenly, body tenses, eyes snapping up from his book to face ahead, widening slightly as what he was just asked abruptly hits him... What is the boiling point of-

Reddish-chestnut hues slowly move over to Dewey, the eldest lowering his book as he warily asks, “... Why do you want to know?” { ☆ }

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“It’s nothing.” (For any of the duck boys, from Webby (whereverthemusetakesme). From the meme ^^)  - ✩ { @whereverthemusetakesme​​​​ } ✩

✩ { Meme​ } ✩

{ ☆ } “Riiiiiiight...” Chimes an unconvinced voice, Huey not even bothering to hide his skepticism. True, Webby isn’t like most people he knows. For one thing, she’s stronger than them. Both physically and in spirit. For another thing, she’s scarier than most. An intimidating figure capable of shaking a hand or snapping a spine within an instant, veiled behind a bubbly exterior and cute bow. But no matter how strong, capable, and ridiculously varied in skill-set she might be... she’s still a person. Like him, like Fenton, like everyone.

More or less. Mind flickers to robots and beings made of shadow, but the sentiment stands. And as a person, Webby isn’t indestructible. Throughout his life, Huey has had this fact hammered in his head. By an overprotective Uncle, the lingering shadow of a missing mother, the hardships of being the ‘responsible’ brother, and nowadays- by the non-stop hurricane of chaos and danger adventure that has become their norm. People get hurt. A lot. 

Therefore, it’s Huey’s responsibility to try and alleviate this as much as possible.

“Webby, that’s-” Hand impatiently motions at the obviously injured girl, brows furrowed and tone blunt, “-not nothing. That’s is very much something. In fact, that’s the most something that’s been encountered all day.” It’s been a rather slow one around the manor. Well, for the boys. Come to think of it, he hadn’t known where Webby ran off to. Huey had been engaged with writing an article for the Woodchuck Weekly, in an attempt to earn his Journalism Badge. After scouring the manor for somewhere quiet, away from Dewey’s rambunctious show and Louie’s incredibly loud ‘conference calls’— as the youngest brother was cryptically calling them —he had FINALLY managed to find somewhere secluded...

Luckily for Webby, or unluckily, depending on how she feels about being nagged, she had wandered directly into the eldest’s temporary lair. In what Huey can only guess was her own quest for solitude... Eyes rolling in exasperation, he picks up his trusty guidebook from underneath his hat and says, “I don’t know what in the world you were doing, but you obviously shouldn’t have been doing it alone. Junior Woodchuck Rule seventy-eight: Safety in numbers.” Rapidly flipping through the pages, gaze speedily scans them as he adds, “And McDuck Family Rule number one: Always bring along a buddy when embarking on an adventure, no matter how small or non-dangerous it may seem to you.” 

Does he sound a bit snippy? Possibly... Only because he’s not too keen on another person being lost due to lack of foresight. Still, Huey closes his eyes, finger stalling on a page and a deep breath escaping him as he says in a more controlled tone, “Look, Webby... I- I know that you’re one of the toughest most resilient people in the entire world. But I just- I-” I worry. I’m scared. I don’t know how to keep everyone safe. “I’ll just... get you fixed up, alright?” Gaze raises to meet Webby’s, a ‘self-assured’ smile plastering itself on Huey’s face as he throws aside all attempts at explaining. It wouldn’t help anyone anyway.

“Luckily, I happen to have my First Aid Badge and am well-versed in the ways of medicinal science. Both chemically created, completely natural and I’ve even been dabbling in the magical arts...” Although, he’s not too good with that last one yet. At all. With a slightly nervous laugh, he shrugs and looks back down at his book, despite having practically every word on the page memorized, “But I think I’ll just stick with commonplace first aide this time... Here’s a recipe for a wonderful salve that speeds up the healing of bruises!” { ☆ }