[Della & Darkwing] the dating disaster duo

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[ It was a rare occasion when Della wasn't with the family when they went adventuring, but the Sunchaser CLOUDYSLAYER needed repairs and Launchpad was (thankfully) busy driving Scrooge and the kids to their latest trauma-inducing memory.

Still, she wasn't complaining - getting down to the nitty gritty of her beloved plane was a favorite pastime! She had a cooler of Pep at her side for breaks, a small radio jamming 90's hits, and nobody to bother her and her precious plane. Yep, this was a pretty good day! No reason for it to be ruined!

Inside the cockpit, Della was waist-deep in mechanics and wires, humming along to the latest song. Life was good. ]

To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud~!

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[ "You should have led with that"?! Now he's criticizing her help?! SHE'S HAD ALL SHE CAN STANDS, AND SHE CAN STANDS NO MORE. ]

OH, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm making it up as I go along! I haven't been on a date in over ten years!

[flapsin]

Wow, now that's a dry spell!

...I mean, of course! I was just, just giving you some notes! Some friendly notes. I know I shouldn't expect you to be as on top of things as LP would be!

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I. WAS. ON. THE. MOON.

[ She crushes the empty Pep can in her hand, and given that DW is (not actually) insinuating she's a dateless loner loser compared to him, she'd reeeally like to do the same thing to him. ]

Are you helped now?! Do you feel better?! DO YOU?!

[flapsin]

[He immediately shrinks back into the nearest wall.]

Oh right you're the moon girl...!

Yes! Yes!! Th-thank you for the help it was very helpful please let me live?!

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Good. I'm happy for you.

[ She gets up, calmly depositing the empty pep can into a trash bin, heads to the shuttle door, and slides it open. ]

Now, go out there, with newfound confidence in your relationship, treat Morgana as an equal, and NEVER TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS AGAIN.

[ Because she is teetering on the edge of admitting she is jealous of Darkwing Duck and doing that will molt her early. ]

[flapsin]

...Yes ma'am.

[He just very slowly nods. It's definitely one way to motivate him, with sheer terror! He slinks towards the nearest exit, but then he pauses before he thinks of something.]

Oh! Uh... For your troubles...?

[He slowly pulls something out from his coat and holds it out to her - it's an autographed headshot of Darkwing Duck, with a generic message thanking the recepient for being a true believer!]

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...

[ The violent imagery in Della's mind is in fact so graphic it's not fit for the viewing public. Trembling with sheer rage, Della takes it with two fingers as if she was picking up a used tissue. It might have its uses - target practice, for example.

But, no. She won't hit him, kick him, or even shove him out. Being the petty, petty, petty duck she is, Della waits until he's outside of her plane to stick her head out and shout - ]

GIZMODUCK'S FEMME FATALE ARC WAS WAY MORE ROMANTIC!

[ Before closing the door on him.

She's going to take that as a win. ]

[flapsin]

[He throws himself out the door and onto the ground, relishing the fresh air and sunlight that greets him. The taste of freedom! He feels so alive right now and so glad to be so! And more grateful than ever for Morgana and ready to make this thing work even better!

He picks himself off, walking with a spring in his step, and - then he hears Della's shouted words. He pauses for a moment. Blinks. And raises a confused eyebrow.]

Oh that's a joke! That's a funny one there. Who would even ship themselves with someone as insufferable as Gizmoduck?

[...He doesn't know who Gizmoduck is, after all. So it must be some funny joke! He'll really have to thank Della. Maybe he'll see if Morgana can send her a signed headshot as well?]