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“Hey Fen, will you pass me those extra staples? I’m going to need more.”
Fenton picked up the box from the porch, then stretched up on the tips of his toes to hand them to Gyro. The chicken was standing on a ladder, hanging the lights around the edge of the roof. They were shaped like icicles, with the occasional snowflake thrown in. Boyd had picked them out, and Gyro was setting them up while the little parrot was at a Woodchuck Christmas party, so he could surprise him when he got home.
“Thanks,” Gyro said, taking the box.
“You know, I could use the armor and do this-”
“I can do it! Besides, if Gizmoduck is seen hanging lights at a random house, people are bound to ask questions,” Gyro countered, focusing on loading staples into the gun.
The duck raised an eyebrow. “You just don’t want to shovel the driveway, do you?”
“I’ll invent a machine for it later, right now I’m trying to hang the lights!” Gyro countered, avoiding the question.
That got a laugh from Fenton, and he shook his head. “Okay, if you’re sure… I just don’t want you to fall and get hurt."
“I’ll be fine,” Gyro waved a dismissive hand.
Fenton walked back to the driveway, picking up the snow shovel and getting back to work. The recent snowfall that afternoon had left a surprisingly thick layer of snow on the driveway that was left to be cleared away. He was nearly finished when he heard the creaking of the ladder, something hitting the ground, and Gyro’s squawk.
The duck glanced up, just in time to see the ladder tip, the staples scattering all over the front porch, and Gyro’s arms frantically pinwheeling to keep both himself and the ladder up. But it was a battle that gravity was sure to win, and Gyro was doomed to lose.
“Gyro!” Fenton exclaimed, dashing through the snow as fast as he could.
Gyro screeched as he fell, which was cut off short as he landed, thankfully right in Fenton’s outstretched arms. The ladder clattered to the ground just next to them.
“Oof-” they both gasped as Gyro landed, and although he staggered slightly, Fenton managed to stay on his feet.
They stayed like that for a second, Gyro curled up tight, and Fenton holding him close, both of them staring straight forward, coming to terms with what had just happened.
“How about I hang the lights up next time?” Fenton asked, looking down at Gyro, who’s eyes were still wide.
The inventor shakily nodded. “Y-yeah, you do that.”
Fenton kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, smiling. “You okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you,” Gyro said, grinning. He pulled Fenton closer by his scarf and kissed him on his beak.
They kissed softly, and Gyro pulled back with a smirk. “You know, maybe I should fall off of more things if I get a kiss like that-”
He broke off laughing as Fenton promptly dropped him in the snow.