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Donald & Daisy - First Meeting - Ducktales 2017

With many of Scrooge McDuck's recent adventures being public, reporters were constantly hounding down McDuck Manor to try and snag a hot interview with the bajillionare himself. Daisy was still an up-and-comer, although she was often treated more like the "go fetch me coffee" girl. But she didn't just want news that was right this moment and didn't hit everyone. She believed that every single member of the McDuck exploration team had a story, and the world deserved to hear them. Why just go with McDuck when single fathers would love to hear about Donald, or aspiring kids wanted to see themselves in the triplets?

That was the totally legitimate reason she'd snuck into the mansion and was trying to climb into Donald's house boat. She wasn't a crazy person. Really. After all, she didn't think anyone actually lived in the boat - why would they, when you had a mansion? Time to find some newsworthy clues!

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Donald couldn't help making a face at that. "Figures."

He let it hang there, and had every intention of just letting the subject drop. But eventually his morbid curiosity got the better of him.

"What'd you think of him?"

Because even when girls say "ex-boyfriend", they usually still pine over him even after he dumped them.

"Most" girls would have still pined after Gladstone Gander, but as Donald was beginning to learn, Daisy was not most girls.

"He was such a pain in the butt!" She shouted, as if forgetting where they were. "I mean, all the good luck was fun at first, but he was so lazy about it! He never wanted to lift a finger and do anything, yet he'd always act like he deserved the world! I felt more like a prize than a girlfriend! Eventually it took all I had to keep from strangling him every time he won the lottery!"

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. This was a surprising turn of events; the only other person he knew who disliked Gladstone as much as he did was Scrooge. But Daisy had just described exactly what he couldn't stand about his cousin.

"Y...Y-Yeah! Right? Right? He thinks he's so handsome and smart and everything, but he doesn't do a darned thing! And yet everything just gets handed to him! He doesn't work for anything and always just gets by on his stupid luck!"

"And he's such a jerk about it!" Daisy continued to rant, now that she had someone to rant with. "He never chose to donate his money or give his prizes away, or even just be...nice to anyone! If I had a time machine, I'd go back to the day I met him and warn myself just to run!"

SNAP. Whoops, she'd gotten so worked up, her balled up fist snapped her pencil in two.

"I know! He's never even helped me with the boys, even though he has no one to spend that money on but himself!"

He paused a moment, then scoffed.

"Not that I'd accept his help anyway, because I have things under control." Totally. "But the point is, he's never even offered to help out."

Daisy didn't reply right away, as she had just broken her writing utensil. She fidgeted, trying to figure it out, but then she held onto the nub of the broken lead and did her best to write via pinching.

"Gladstone Gander, cousin to the famous Donald Duck, has reportedly never offered to help his family." Maybe it wasn't something the public had to know, but it felt good putting it down. "Though he knows his cousin has suffered and works a heavy burden, he believes himself too good to lend a hand towards three little boys, his own flesh and blood. The only silver lining to be found here is that the proud patriarch will make sure his boys are raised with morality and pride!"

He couldn't help a proud grin at that, nodding in self-satisfaction.

"Yeah, that's right!"

Then he paused, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"....Maybe just leave Gladstone out of everything. We don't really need to mention him."

Gladstone was still family, pain in the tail feathers as he was. Besides, with Donald's luck, his cousin would somehow find out it was him saying things like that for a newspaper to publish.

"But this way, we can show how much better you are!" Inspired, she threw an arm around Donald's arm, and then thrust her hand to the sky, trying to inspire him. "Picture it! The world will know Donald Duck, not just a family-man, but a true hero! He rejects pity, and is the every-man with a heart of gold! He is the one everyone should aspire to be! Because in his love and family, he is far richer than Scrooge McDuck!"

A pause for imaginary applause. "... Mister McDuck wouldn't get angry at that, right?"

He turned a bit as she threw her hand out, looking up at the sky with her. Honestly, what she was saying didn't sound too bad. Though that last part had him hesitating.

"Eh...he might. Uncle Scrooge hates thinking he's not the richest duck in the world."

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"Good call." Daisy nodded once before puling away. "You know, I bet you have so many stories, there's just not enough time in the day to tell them all." She ripped off a paper from her pad, scribbling something down quickly before shoving it into his hands - phone numbers.

"This is my work number. If you want a story to be shared, you call that immediately! And this is... my personal cell." A pause as she scrambled for an excuse. "Just in case."

He was about to protest as she shoved the slip into his hand, but came up short at the last bit of her rushed explanation. Blinking, he stared at the digits.

.......Girl number.....

"I...." He hesitated, trying to think of what to say. ".....Uncle Scrooge....he probably owns the news company. So....it'd be safer to, uh....call your personal number, right?"

Nailed it.

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Thank goodness she was wearing a low skirt so it hid her tail-wagging, not that she had realized what her own body was doing.

"See, there's that clever thinking of yours again! And, just to be sure..." She suddenly flipped out her phone - glaringly pink, naturally - and began to rapidly poke in numbers. "I should have your number as well. Just so I don't assume it's a telemarketer."

A perfectly reasonable excuse, yes?

Donald didn't have the same luxury, obvious that his tail was wagging as he nodded, pulling out his own blue phone.

"Y-Yeah! That makes sense! Here, I'll put your number in my phone and then text you, so then you'll have it."

His heart was pounding as he entered her number in, and even putting a little flower emoji by her name - because it's Daisy. That's all, really.

Then he texted her, but completely at a loss for words the only thing he managed to send was:

hi

Daisy hadn't expected a reply right away, and she glances at it. Then at Donald. Then at it. Then at Donald.

... And she burst into embarrassingly high giggles. For some reason, this simple greeting was so endearing and adorable that she couldn't control her reaction. "That's... that's so cute!"

At first he tensed at her laughter, not sure what to make of it. His defenses were already starting to raise his temper, so used to being laughed at.

But her words had his anger quickly fizzling out, and he stared at her in surprise.

"Y...Y-Yeah? Y'think so?"

"I'm a terrible liar, so trust me, I mean it!" She managed to say through her continued giggles, cheeks blushing deeply. Now Daisy knew she was also embarrassing herself, but it didn't really seem to matter.

"If this is how you text me for all your future stories... you and I are going to have a really great career together!"

.....Oh. Right. This was all because she had been trying to get a story from him.

Nothing more than that.

"Well.....just as long as nothing too invasive gets printed."

"I won't, I promise!"

And what better way to seal a promise, and start their new storytelling days together, than by a kiss on the cheek?

His eyes widened, a blush spreading across his cheeks as his heart seemed to leap into his throat. Then one could almost hear little hearts popping like mini fireworks as he melted into a twitterpated pile of goo, wearing a goofy grin on his face.

Even his reactions were super adorable! This was going to be her best career move ever! With one last high-pitched giggle, Daisy turned on her heel, beginning to walk away with little more than a hand-wave.

"Call me~"

He nodded, waving as she headed off, still wearing a dopey, love-struck look on his face.

"Y-Yeah...I will."

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Donald & Daisy - First Meeting - Ducktales 2017

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i laughed, thank you

I do what I can o7

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I wish I had the right icon for this lol

the power of imagination will suffice

Heehee X3