Challenge [092]
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [092] Feathers
Title: Down and Out
Word Count: 525
Notes: No spoilers. An unusual, ah...skin for me to wear, I guess you could say? :rimshot: I apologize in advance XD Love to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
invisibledancer for the inspiration, and to crimsoncookie, of course, for the beta.
“Donald!”
Sora was stationed outside the bathroom door, towel around his waist, loofa swung over his shoulder. “Hey, Donald!” he called again, pounding on the door with an impatient fist. “Come on, I really gotta go!”
“Aw keep quiet, ya big palooka!” came the muffled reply.
Sora’s groan might have remained echoing back and forth endlessly across the hallway had he not raised his voice again. “You’ve been in there for almost an hour!” he whined, banging so hard on the door so that the entire ship seemed to reverberate. “Come ON! Let someone else have a turn!”
“I said, leave me ALONE!”
“I’ll leave you alone when you let ME have the bathroom!”
“This is MY ship, and I’ll take as much time in the bathroom as I WANT!”
“So WHAT if it’s your ship! It’s my…uh…it’s my KEYBLADE and if you’re not out of there in FIVE SECONDS, I’m going to use it to break down the—”
“Uh, Sora?”
Sora whirled. Goofy was standing at the end of the hallway with a bewildered expression, blinking at the Keyblade, which Sora had summoned and was now brandishing over his head. He blushed. “Er…” he muttered, immediately banishing the weapon and stooping awkwardly to retrieve his discarded loofa. “Donald’s ah…hogging the bathroom.”
A squawk, and a crash. “I am NOT!”
“I ALREADY SAID YOU’VE BEEN IN THERE AN HOUR AND IT’S NOT FAIR FOR YOU TO—”
“YOU NEED TO HAVE MORE PATIENCE YOU’RE BEING A BABY AND I HAVEN’T BEEN IN HERE FOR AN—”
“—TAKE UP THE ONLY BATHROOM IN THIS DINKY LITTLE SHIP AND—”
“—HOUR AND MY SHIP IS NOT DINKY I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S DINKY—”
“—I HAVE TO PEEEEEE—”
“Woah! Fellas!”
Sora caught his voice and stood silently fuming; from the sound of raspy breathing on the other side of the door, Donald was doing the same.
Calmly, Goofy approached the door, clearing his throat. “Donald? Are ya all right in there, pal? Do ya need some help?”
An indignant squawk filtered through the door. “No, I do not need help, ya big nincompoop.”
Sora ruffled; Goofy gave him a quelling look, and continued. “Are ya sure, Donald? Sora’s been waiting an awful long time to use the bathroom, and—”
“All right, FINE!”
There was some shuffling, a few muttered clucks, and the door opened.
Donald stood in the doorframe. He was wrapped head to webbed foot in an oversized bath sheet so that the only thing visible was his beak. And his eyes – the glare in which silenced any comment Sora might have made. Something fluffy, white, and entirely undistinguishable was clutched in his arms.
With a disgruntled adjustment to his makeshift cloak, the duck shuffled off down the hallway, muttering indistinctively as he went.
It took Sora a moment to realize that after every third step Donald took, something small and white fluttered out from his towel.
It took him a moment to realize what it was.
When he started to speak, a delightedly wicked glint in his eyes, he found a large hand clapped over his mouth. “It’s, er…better if we don’t say anything, I think.”
Title: Down and Out
Word Count: 525
Notes: No spoilers. An unusual, ah...skin for me to wear, I guess you could say? :rimshot: I apologize in advance XD Love to
invisibledancer for the inspiration, and to crimsoncookie, of course, for the beta.“Donald!”
Sora was stationed outside the bathroom door, towel around his waist, loofa swung over his shoulder. “Hey, Donald!” he called again, pounding on the door with an impatient fist. “Come on, I really gotta go!”
“Aw keep quiet, ya big palooka!” came the muffled reply.
Sora’s groan might have remained echoing back and forth endlessly across the hallway had he not raised his voice again. “You’ve been in there for almost an hour!” he whined, banging so hard on the door so that the entire ship seemed to reverberate. “Come ON! Let someone else have a turn!”
“I said, leave me ALONE!”
“I’ll leave you alone when you let ME have the bathroom!”
“This is MY ship, and I’ll take as much time in the bathroom as I WANT!”
“So WHAT if it’s your ship! It’s my…uh…it’s my KEYBLADE and if you’re not out of there in FIVE SECONDS, I’m going to use it to break down the—”
“Uh, Sora?”
Sora whirled. Goofy was standing at the end of the hallway with a bewildered expression, blinking at the Keyblade, which Sora had summoned and was now brandishing over his head. He blushed. “Er…” he muttered, immediately banishing the weapon and stooping awkwardly to retrieve his discarded loofa. “Donald’s ah…hogging the bathroom.”
A squawk, and a crash. “I am NOT!”
“I ALREADY SAID YOU’VE BEEN IN THERE AN HOUR AND IT’S NOT FAIR FOR YOU TO—”
“YOU NEED TO HAVE MORE PATIENCE YOU’RE BEING A BABY AND I HAVEN’T BEEN IN HERE FOR AN—”
“—TAKE UP THE ONLY BATHROOM IN THIS DINKY LITTLE SHIP AND—”
“—HOUR AND MY SHIP IS NOT DINKY I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S DINKY—”
“—I HAVE TO PEEEEEE—”
“Woah! Fellas!”
Sora caught his voice and stood silently fuming; from the sound of raspy breathing on the other side of the door, Donald was doing the same.
Calmly, Goofy approached the door, clearing his throat. “Donald? Are ya all right in there, pal? Do ya need some help?”
An indignant squawk filtered through the door. “No, I do not need help, ya big nincompoop.”
Sora ruffled; Goofy gave him a quelling look, and continued. “Are ya sure, Donald? Sora’s been waiting an awful long time to use the bathroom, and—”
“All right, FINE!”
There was some shuffling, a few muttered clucks, and the door opened.
Donald stood in the doorframe. He was wrapped head to webbed foot in an oversized bath sheet so that the only thing visible was his beak. And his eyes – the glare in which silenced any comment Sora might have made. Something fluffy, white, and entirely undistinguishable was clutched in his arms.
With a disgruntled adjustment to his makeshift cloak, the duck shuffled off down the hallway, muttering indistinctively as he went.
It took Sora a moment to realize that after every third step Donald took, something small and white fluttered out from his towel.
It took him a moment to realize what it was.
When he started to speak, a delightedly wicked glint in his eyes, he found a large hand clapped over his mouth. “It’s, er…better if we don’t say anything, I think.”
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Date: 2007-01-21 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-21 09:26 pm (UTC)No in all seriousness. I love it. ^_^
This make me laugh so much!
the best is the ending.
I can't stop laughing!
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Date: 2007-01-21 09:27 pm (UTC)XDDDDDD
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Date: 2007-01-21 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-21 09:48 pm (UTC)I think I understand!
DONALD'S MOLTING!!
Am I right?
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Date: 2007-01-21 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-21 10:40 pm (UTC)He should have just found an empty bottle.<3no subject
Date: 2007-01-22 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-25 04:28 am (UTC)