XDXDXDXDXD I'm sorry I couldn't cater to the desires of your child-self >:P I guess I was kind of a morbid kid because this was one of my favorite moments in a Disney movie. And the bit about Donald smoking the caterpillar, as you so amazingly put it, sort of came to me by surprise in the middle of my writing of this drabble -- and I was like o no wai, i can't kill this guy off... So that's where that came from.
And :giggle: Yaaaaaay, thank you!
...Let's see...
“SORA!”
He turns, half-breathless, pressed against a mushroom. “D-Donald!”
The mage stumbles out from the stalks of large reeds, waving his wand before him. “THUNDER!”
“NO, WAIT!”
A deafening CRACK rips the air, followed by an unearthly howl. Sora shields his eyes as the cleaning erupts in smoky purple and red.
When he opens them again, there's a puddle of strange glassy goo oozing over the mushroom before him; Donald is twirling his wand like a baton, grinning like an overexcited school girl. "You-you killed it!"
The twirling stops, and Donald glares. "It was attacking you!"
"So what!? You can't just go around killing things without asking questions fir--I wasn't even done talking to it!"
"How was I supposed to know that?!" Donald shudders. "It looked like it was going to eat you alive."
Sora fumes. "I could handle myself!"
"Actually, it sorta looked like you couldn't..."
Sora whirls, hands on his hips. Goofy is cautiously inspecting the goo, poking it with his toe; it makes a strange hissing sound, and a line of tiny smoke 'S'es waft up into the air. Sora makes a face. "....Ew." He, too, shudders, and turns to face Donald, who is watching him with his arms crossed and his foot tapping. "...Okay, maybe it wasn't such a big deal that you killed it."
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And :giggle: Yaaaaaay, thank you!
...Let's see...
“SORA!”
He turns, half-breathless, pressed against a mushroom. “D-Donald!”
The mage stumbles out from the stalks of large reeds, waving his wand before him. “THUNDER!”
“NO, WAIT!”
A deafening CRACK rips the air, followed by an unearthly howl. Sora shields his eyes as the cleaning erupts in smoky purple and red.
When he opens them again, there's a puddle of strange glassy goo oozing over the mushroom before him; Donald is twirling his wand like a baton, grinning like an overexcited school girl. "You-you killed it!"
The twirling stops, and Donald glares. "It was attacking you!"
"So what!? You can't just go around killing things without asking questions fir--I wasn't even done talking to it!"
"How was I supposed to know that?!" Donald shudders. "It looked like it was going to eat you alive."
Sora fumes. "I could handle myself!"
"Actually, it sorta looked like you couldn't..."
Sora whirls, hands on his hips. Goofy is cautiously inspecting the goo, poking it with his toe; it makes a strange hissing sound, and a line of tiny smoke 'S'es waft up into the air. Sora makes a face. "....Ew." He, too, shudders, and turns to face Donald, who is watching him with his arms crossed and his foot tapping. "...Okay, maybe it wasn't such a big deal that you killed it."
The mage nods emphatically. "Got that right."