Why it’s Donald Duck!
:D Now to just wait for Raven to accept so I can begin roleplaying with him.
Drakken smiles at the memory of his mother from his childhood as the car makes a slow turn.
"I’m not sure how she would react to hearing about Alice." He admits. "She might go catatonic or something…." He says honestly.
"Yeeeah…we don’t need that happening." Shyla rubbed her temple. "It’s enough she is going to freak out seeing us together in person." As much as the woman drove Shyla crazy she knew how important Mama Lipsky was to Drakken. So important he hid his villainy for years from her as to not upset her.
asked, "You are a terrific adventurer. (Shyla also wishes to secretly add she loves Simba. XD )"
"…Thank you. I guess…?"
Shyla picked the cub and gave him a gentle hug. “You also are very brave.”
'12. Your muse making snow angels'
Shyla blinked in utter shock as she saw the captain throw his body into the snow and began making snow angels. “Either you’re drunk, or just gone completely crazy captain.” This was something she expected from Mickey, not the highly-mannered Captain she’d grown to befriend
Or rather, he was thrown into the snow from a bad step on slick ice, and his smooth-soled boots did not help on that note. Hook flailed slightly even after he landed, attempting to get out of the somewhat deep snow.
"…" He glared at Shyla briefly at her comment, before glancing at the rather pitiful excuse of a snow angel he’s somehow managed to make and exhaling as he realized why she’d said it. Gesturing her to step closer, he commented, "Come ‘ere a moment…" as his hand was already preparing to hurl a small pile of snow at her if she did.
A small chuckle escaped her lips at the pathetic attempt of a snow angel. When he asked her to come closer she quirked a brow and took one step forward but soon her eyes caught the snowball in his hand. “Put the snow ball down, and no one will get hurt.” She tried to sound threatening but honestly, deep down she wanted to have a snowball fight.
'Your muse trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue'
Since Simba’s parents were still gone and she sure as heck didn’t want him alone while his uncle ‘did business’ she thought it would be best he spent the Christmas season with her and Alice. Seeing him pounce about in Central Park so happy with her daughter made Shyla’s heart melt. The snow had began to fall and she shrugged, walking over to the kids to join them in a snowflake tongue catching contest. “I haven’t done this in years.” She thought out loud.
Your muse wrapping presents
"No, no, no… First you have to fold the paper like so, and then you can use a small amount of tape to… No, that’s not how- Oh, and you don’t even know how to do the ribbon trick, do you? Oh, dear Lord, there’s no salvaging what you’ve done… Here, let me do this…”
Shyla sat back on her knees and pouted angrily. “I never had a reason to wrap gifts until now okay? So forgive me for being so damn incompetent.”