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[takesyoubytheheart]

This is just a silly idea if you'd like your character to meet/play with Mickey, after all the shenanigans with Princess Minnie!

I'll be offering both the Musketeer version and the King version, so feel free to hit either or both for shenanigans! 
 

Comments

[souris_keteer]

Then why do you keep saying "Your Majesty"? You're throwin' me off! This some kinda joke?

[quackmage]

Why would I joke about something like...

..that?

[And guess who finally got a good look at your clothes, Mickey?

Donald's expression instantly goes flat.]

Oh no. Oh no, not again! This is exasperating!

[souris_keteer]

... Donald, I can't understand what you're saying.

[No, I won't get tired of that joke.]

[quackmage]

Are you from another world, or are you from the past, King- [Ahem] Mickey?

[How would he know that, Donald? Maybe you should explain first!]

[souris_keteer]

...

[Too bad Pluto's not here, because he'd giving his dog a side eye.]

Did you hit your head on the way over here, Donald? Maybe you ought to lay down.

[quackmage]

I DID NOT HIT MY HEAD!

[souris_keteer]

Okay, okay! Sheesh.

Let's try this again. Why are you calling me King? That'd be the Princess' father, if he was still around.

[quackmage]

Because you are the King.

[souris_keteer]

... I'm not the Princess' father, Donald.

Are you SURE you didn't hit your head?

[quackmage]

No, you're her husband!

[souris_keteer]

[Aaand here comes the red face, so very red, even his tail shoots up straight.]

Hus-hus-husband?! M-M-Me? And the princess?!

[quackmage]

Eventually.

[souris_keteer]

W-w-wait a minute, Donald! We... we only just, y'know, met, kinda, the other, that is...

[His arms begin to get as tied up as his tongue, pointing every which way and flailing.]

A-and, she's, she's a princess! THE princess! And I'm just a...

[quackmage]

She's head over heels in love with you.

[souris_keteer]

[Red red red red red red, he's no longer black but red. He ducks his head, twiddling his thumbs. For a good moment, he's completely forgotten WHY they're talking about this in the first place.]

Aw... Gosh... Y-You really think so?

[He THOUGHT she was looking at him in a kinda special way... but he also thought it was also his own imagination.]

[quackmage]

Think so? I know so!

[He chuckles in that ducky way.]

[souris_keteer]

... Wait, why do you know so?

[It's not like Donald's a master at romance either.]

[quackmage]

Because it's obvious, you should see her when she talks about you.

[souris_keteer]

[Yep, distracted again.]

She... t-talks about me?

[quackmage]

Uh huh!

It's hard to get her to stop!

[souris_keteer]

[He's about to use his hat to cover his face, but logic pops up again.]

It kinda sounds like you've spent a lot of time with her.

[quackmage]

I was the only person she really knew around here.

[souris_keteer]

But... didn't we all just get here?

[quackmage]

I've been here for a month. She's been here for several months!

[souris_keteer]

Months?! But that's impossible!