Heart Hotel + DonGoof: Who would kill for Sora’s sake
Would try to find a peaceful alternative, but protect Sora to their last breath: Goofy
Would kill for Sora but ONLY as a last resort: Roxas, Xion
Would kill for Sora, no hesitation: Ventus-Vanitas fusion/“Venitas”
Would kill in general: Vanitas, Donald
Says he’d rather find a peaceful alternative but secretly would be willing to kill for Sora (he’d just feel really really bad about it afterwards): Ventus
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28, donald + ship of choice?
Donald stumbles a little bit and Goofy holds fast to his elbow, trying his best to keep his friend from completely face-planting into the sidewalk as Donald giggles, swaying to the music still pouring out of the bar behind them. Mickey birthday party had gone off perfectly and the boys had decided to go bar hopping like they had in their youth, Goofy should have known this would happen, Donald had always been a lightweight. “C’mon Donald, lets get you home.” Goofy ushers him forward carefully, catching Donald again when he steps blindy off the curb.
“What about Mickey?” Donald slurs on top of his speech impediment, and Goofy can only understand him because they’ve been in this exact situation before.
“Horace is with him, they’re gonna catch an Uber a little later.” Goofy reassures him. He’d been the groups designated driver, but Donald had gotten a little too sloshed a little too fast so he’d decided it would be best to get him home early, with the others agreement. Early, of course, being relative- since it was nearly 3 am already.
Donald nods as Goofy opens the passenger side door for him, dropping into the seat aimlessly, limbs sprawling. It takes him a moment, but muscle memory snaps into action and he goes to click his seatbelt on, which he;s still struggling with when goofy climbs into the drivers side. He hums a little happy tune when he’s finally successful and Goofy’s pulling out of the parking lot, heading in the vauge direction of where Donald lived.
Donald smacks the general direction of the radio and it comes to life, a pop song filtering through the speakers that donald makes a face at. he twists at the dial until it tunes into a rock station and he immediately starts to sing along with whatever song playing. he’s loud, and he’s rocking with the beat, playing the air-guitar with the musician, and Goofy can’t stop stealing glances over at him. He wants to kiss him, suddenly- or no, not suddenly, because Goofy has really always wanted to kiss Donald. he could admit that even when they had first met as kids, he’d always had the biggest crush on the duck.
The music fades and Donald reaches up to turn it down, settling back against the cushions of his chair. “I love hanging out with you,” He announces, voice taking on a softer tone, “I love you.”
Goofy looks at Donald again, and Donalds eyes are all gentle and warm and he’s smiling, and he looks so content and at-ease, more so than he’s looked in years. Goofy wants to save this moment and keep it close to his chest, he wants to revisit this moment a thousand times over just for the look on Donalds face.
he looks away, back to the road, “I love you too.” He says fondly, pulling to a stop at a red light, “Now where do I go from here? i’m not sure how excactly to get to the houseboat.”
There’s no response, and when Goofy turns back to Donald the duck is fast asleep. The light in front of them turns green and Goofy pulls forward, unable or unwilling to wake Donald. He finds himself driving aimlessly, thinking of the man in the passenger seat. Donald starts to snore and Goofy barks out a short laugh, eyes crinkling- even his snoring was charming! At least to Goofy it was.
The sun starts to rise, a stripe of sunlight glinting through the building Goofy passes and cutting across Donald face, and he groans. Goofy pulls up to another red light and Donald can’t ignore the sunlight any longer, eyes cracking open. H eblink a little, obviously disoriented, sweeping his eyes across the car. the moment he sees Goofy a huge smile breaks out across his face, “Hey.” he says sheepishly, and then the night catches up with him and he grimaces, closing his eyes against the light, “How drunk was I?”
“We all agreed it was time for you to go home, we left about 3.” Goofy tells him.
Donald runs a hand through his top feathers, “3? but it’s like 7 now, have you just been driving me around this whole time?”
“I don’t know where you live, and you fell asleep.”
“You didn’t want to wake me up...? You’re ridiculous.” Donald teases, before pressing his face againt the window, pointing at a random street and ordering Goofy to turn there. It turns out they weren’t too far from the docks, and they managed to get back the the houseboat pretty quickly.
“Well, this is me!” Donald motions to the boat, unclicking his seatbelt, “Thanks again, goofy, for doing that. I mean, you should have just woken me up, but it’s sweet that you didn’t want to.” And Donald hesitates a second, before his expression steels and he leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to Goofys cheek. He pulls back nervously, but the tension in his shoulders relaxes when he sees how Goofy is absolutely beaming at him. “So how much do I owe you for gas?” He changes the subject uncertainly, smiling.
Goofy waves his hand, “Don’t worry about it, I was the one who decided not to wake you up.”
Donald nods and lingers for another second before he finally opens the door and gets out. he closes it and starts towards the houseboat but stops, turning back. Goofy rolls down the window and Donald leans forward, practically sticking his head back inside, “Next one’s on me.” He promises.
Smiling widely, Goofy feels warmth blossoming in his chest, “I’ll take you up on that.”
And with a final spring in his step, Donald practically bounds up the planks to the houseboat. When Goofy pulls away from the docks he flips on the radio and sings along.
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