They Weren't Usually The Nag, The One To Hold Anyone Accountable, So Dewey Felt They Were Due Dew A Little

"oh, come on. i can't help it that i'm a polymath." they'd heard that word once a few months back, and wouldn't let go of it. as if painting himself as some suffering (from his mansion) academic (avid wheel of fortune fan) would make his obnoxiousness more tolerable "no way it's been only five minutes. i feel like i'm gonna bleed out before we get back there."

dewey's voice landed on toulouse's ear drums like a cloth covered mallet striking a gong , leading him to deepen his slouch as he sank further into the waiting room chair beside him . " mon dieu , " it's grumbled beneath his breath , lifting an arm from where it sat crossed over his chest to pinch the wrinkled skin between furrowed brows .

" five minutes , dewey . we have been waiting for FIVE minutes . five . this has to be a new record for you . "

SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

FROY GUTIERREZ

LUCA (2021) dir. Enrico Casarosa

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"quinoa salad !" they don't realize they're interrupting the silence of the waiting room— well, register that there was silence in the waiting room, until eyes are on them. they're grinning sheepishly, a mask of embarrassment, something more socially acceptable than the shamelessness they usually carry "the, uh, the answer. quinoa salad." they point to where the tv in the corner of the room is playing wheel of fortune with a hand wrapped in a startlingly crimson stained white towel. tiger accident. happens everyday.

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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 seem to cheer almost instantly, a smile slowly returning to their face as numbers go down, and they're handing over the money without question. normally, dewey wouldn't have cared much. if they hadn't been able to sus out the scam. sometimes that bit of donald shined through— easily irritated, frugal, like they were still living on a boat "guess they're not real." it sounds easy for them to admit, despite their disappointment "my uncle, he's a treasure hunter— well, i guess he was, a few years back. he hates this place. but i figured he was just snobby." a soft snicker, and then a shrug, like what can ya do? "guess i'm not gonna prove him wrong."

"Sweet." Their index finger poked around the register, knocking the price down a few bucks; they didn't usually care how ridiculously priced anything was, but the thing was broken... and for some reason, she felt a little guilty ripping the poor kid off more than they already were by selling them the badly done taxidermy. "Yeah, basically. There is a museum in town. But I don't think they have any..." She eyed the squuck, as they had called it, not too keen to reach out and touch it. "... of these little guys."