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Duck doesn't know why he's so antsy. As far as he knows, Donald hasn't asked her yet, and as far as Duck knows, he couldn't stop him if he wanted to, which Duck's not sure he does. If this is what it takes for her to be happy, he'll learn to live with it, whether it's a damned premature idea or not.
Giving up on his nap with a frustrated sigh, Duck rolls to the other side of the bed and wonders where Queen's gotten off to. Probably matching Geoffrey pace for pace across the stage while the actors look on. You'd think that'd be distracting, but only if you've never seen Geoffrey in his element. He could have dragons and tigers following him and nobody would notice. Well. Maybe Kate.
Astounded at the turn his thoughts have taken, Duck sits upright, finally tugging his shirt up and over his head. Maybe he's overwarm, and that's why he can't get any sleep. In a few seconds time he'll cross the room to the pitcher of water, probably as hot as the air around him now, though it'd been cool enough when he'd pulled it from the waterfall. And would still be cool now, if he'd have bothered to put it in evaporation fridge on his way in the door.
"My kingdom for a fucking ice cube," Duck murmurs, folding himself into a petulant heap at the end of the bed.
Giving up on his nap with a frustrated sigh, Duck rolls to the other side of the bed and wonders where Queen's gotten off to. Probably matching Geoffrey pace for pace across the stage while the actors look on. You'd think that'd be distracting, but only if you've never seen Geoffrey in his element. He could have dragons and tigers following him and nobody would notice. Well. Maybe Kate.
Astounded at the turn his thoughts have taken, Duck sits upright, finally tugging his shirt up and over his head. Maybe he's overwarm, and that's why he can't get any sleep. In a few seconds time he'll cross the room to the pitcher of water, probably as hot as the air around him now, though it'd been cool enough when he'd pulled it from the waterfall. And would still be cool now, if he'd have bothered to put it in evaporation fridge on his way in the door.
"My kingdom for a fucking ice cube," Duck murmurs, folding himself into a petulant heap at the end of the bed.