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"Fine, I give up." Drake sighed in exasperation, dropping the controller he had been holding in defeat. Hours, hours , they had been playing this stupid game and for hours Drake was absolutely sucking at it. Launchpad looked over at him and bit back the laugh that threatened to escape his beak. “You win,” he admitted. “Darkwing Duck has been defeated by his own partner. Oh the cruelty.” he placed his hand over his heart, his eyes closed as he waited for some form of well mannered response from his husband and their child.
He did not.
“It’s not that bad, Drake.” Launchpad tried to console him as Gosalyn laughed from where she was sitting, her own controller in her hands.
“No, dad, you were really bad.” She added, snickering as Drake shot her a look, sticking her tongue out to add more injury to Drake's already bruised ego.
“And now betrayed by his own spawn. Where is the compassion?” he asked dramatically, Gosalyn was quick to reply.
“Probably in the lava you died in on level 1.” She replied and Launchpad couldn’t hold back the snort as Drake rolled his eyes.
He loved his family, but not when they ganged up on him about his video game skills. He was an actor, a connoisseur of drama and the arts. There was a reason he never got into gaming or sports as a child. There was something about the way he used words that was more suited for him than running or giving himself carpal tunnel. He loved having the flair of the dramatic, and you really couldn't recite a soliloquy when there was the chance of dying, either by the opposing team or by artificial lava. Sure your character could be killed off, but it took acting and skills to be convincing of it. And there was no actual injury to either his bones or his pride.
“Don’t be like that, Drake.” Launchpad spoke, leaning forward and softly kissing him along the frown line of his beak. The action all but melting away the hard edges of his features. Gosalyn scrunched up her bill before looking away, a sound of disgust as she did so. “You’re still a winner to me.”
Drake turned his attention to Launchpad and he couldn’t help but smile up at his husband. Maybe it was worth dying in lava once or twice (or 30 times).