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Donald woke up. He was on the floor in his living room, in front of the television. There was a pillow a few feet away from his head, a blanket tangled over, under, and around him, and a remote and a bag of chips on the couch from last night’s Star Top marathon.
More immediately important, though, was the arm wrapped around him and it’s owner, who was practically laying on top of him. Gyro was still asleep, which was fine. He was warm, and Donald wasn’t ready to get up quite yet. Instead, he shifted slightly to face his friend and snuggled into the tall chicken’s shoulder, brushing the side of his face into his fuzzy pajamas. One of his arms was caught beneath Gyro, but he used the other one to reach around and hug him. Donald closed his eyes again, and listened to Gyro breathe. Good.
Several minutes later, or maybe an hour, Gyro budged. He shifted slightly, and moved his head to look down towards the duck at his shoulder. Donald opened his eyes again and looked back towards his friend and whispered “good morning”. Gyro smiled, which made Donald, who was already content, feel his chest rise and his smile grow about twice as large. He could kiss him. He moved his free arm from Gyro’s back to his head, and put his hand through his hair.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, but an unfortunate realization came to Donald. “The kids are going to be up soon,” he said quietly, “and I promised them pancakes.”
Gryo rolled away (Donald immediately regretted saying anything), sat up and stretched, yawned, and smiled at him: “Well I wouldn’t want to delay Saturday morning pancakes!” Donald sat up as well. “I have something to work on back home anyway.”
“No, no! You’re not delaying anything.” Donald put a hand on one of Gyro’s shoulders and gestured towards the kitchen. “Stay for pancakes, wontcha?”
“I–”
“I insist!”
Gyro laughed and pet Donald’s head. “Alright, I will!”
“Yeah!” Donald got up and flashed towards the kitchen. A second later, he popped back into the living room, an aperon tied over his white-and-pink striped PJs. “Chocolate chips or blueberries? And what will Little Helper have?”
“Chocolate chips! And a double A, if you have one,” Gyro responded, and the duck was gone again. Gyro continued smiling towards the doorway as he listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. Good.