📍new Hope Hospital 𖨆 Anyone @evermorehqsstart

📍mcduck residence 𖨆 louie @mcbucks

dewey was already on the warpath for dew's younger sibling, that was just made worse by the fact that before dew could reach their door, they were escorting an unfamiliar girl out of the room "who the f— okay, now this is an intervention." they hiss the last part, smiling politely at louie's guest and waving as she leaves, turning to their younger brother with a raised eyebrow. it was huey's job to keep them in line, dew didn't particularly care who lou had over, they weren't much better, but... "i thought we were gonna go to the rat's last night," he spent way too much time at house of mouse, but it was all for nostalgia's sake. he'd thought his siblings were on the same page "you left me alone with uncle scrooge— and he sent back his food three times ! "

they weren't usually the nag, the one to hold anyone accountable, so dewey felt they were due dew a little bit of annoyance. just once. they're rubbing the bridge of their nose, a self soothe picked up from some duck or another along the years, and they take a second before even attempting to answer the stupid question "you know what, i'm all for sexual liberation, obviously, but—" no. nope. he's not gonna do it. he's not gonna let this whole abandonment ruin his day. louie would just have to make it up "just go put some fucking clothes on." keys jingle, being taken from their pocket and held up to louie's eyeline "meet me in the garage, yooouuu owe me a hangout. and an explanation."

louie had only just stepped out of his private bathroom, towel around his hips, when he heard the voice of his older sibling. he sighed deeply to prevent rolling his eyes. he figured this was coming when he bailed on his plans with them, but when he saw- what was her name again- whoever she was, plans simply had to change. his eyebrows shot up, "an intervention?" he couldn't help but laugh in response, "an intervention about what?" he crossed his arms over his bare chest, but listened to his sibling nonetheless. the smile couldn't be wiped from his face, "dew, that's so fucking funny. i don't know how you could expect anything less of scrooge, three might even be a record low for the guy at the rat's,"

dewey is visibly delighted that someone responded, and they're beginning to explain what category the game was currently when they notice the uncomfortable way the other is attempting to write "oh, hey, hand buddies. what happened?" a pleasant smile, an easy shift from the almost manic energy they'd had moments before. yet still, they don't wait for the other to answer, already onto the next thing and offering out their hand that wasn't actively bleeding "y'want me to fill that out for you? i won't steal your identity— and i'm ambidextrous."

The hospital wasn't exactly a foreign place for Ralph ; for someone who had a habit of breaking nearly everything he touched, it wasn't unusual for him to get scratched up in the process. He was stubborn, preferring to take care of it himself when he did get injured, but he could not seem to fish the glass out of the palm of his hand today. Eyes lifting from the paperwork he was filling out, he nodded at the other's comment. "Oh. Nice, yeah, good to know." He tried not to let annoyance seep into his tone, frustrated by how much he was struggling to write with his non-dominate hand. "— I don't know what the question was, though."

they freeze, still in the middle of trying to put back together the item they had broken "how—" a frustrated groan, and they're taking it into their hands instead "it's fake." they mumble, depositing the squirrel body and duck head, previously only having been connected by superglue, onto the counter as they fish their wallet from the pocket of their jeans "how much for the fake squuck?" the thought that someone could just sell inauthentic things had never occurred to them. their great uncle's home was filled with ancient things he had obtained on treasure hunts, this discovery from the mystery shack was like a betrayal.

LOCATION: the mystery shack FOR: @mcfuckz

Feet propped on the desk, Wendy's eyes flickered from the magazine they were lazily flipping through to the single customer inside the shop, a dude, what are you doing? expression on their face. "I saw that," she stated, staring for all of two more seconds before burying her nose back into the advice column.

SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell