#i hit a pretty ugly writer block so im using shitty humor to cope lol

[toddykun]

Fenton, Launchpad, and Drake looked between those two great and unstoppable forces of nature, nervous out of their minds. They were supposed to be choosing, but how?

“I adopted all these.” Mrs. Cabrera stated, fairly proud and open, hands on her hips. A group of adults and creatures waiting behind her, some of them in the scientific side, hell, even in the heroic side of the world but all of them, hard workers, protectors of the city, maybe a little weird but they were good kids. Fenton didn’t count, he was her blood, after all. But he fit in all those anyways.

“Well, I adopted all these,” Donald replied, arms crossed with the attitude of someone looking for a psychical fight. There was no one to fight but that didn’t stop the aura of protective father he had in front of the group of children that were with him. Most of them orphans or looking for a good influence, all of them with potential for the great and looking for protection, maybe a little mischievous but they were good children anyways. The triplets counted, of course.

Mrs. Cabrera smiled thoughtfully, a glint in her eyes, like who had something in mind. Donald didn’t let himself be intimidated. “Good, good. I like that.”

She actually sounded proud, Donald couldn’t stop himself from smiling, he almost felt like winning. Didn’t see the trap. “Thank-.”

“I’m adopting you too, then.”

“Wait, what!?”