Cold and Warm
Donald could hardly handle the sappiness of the situation he found himself in. Here the duck was, feeling a warm sensation in his heart and on his cheeks as the world was cold around him with the falling snow, one hand shoved in his coat pocket as the other intertwined with his mouse companion and.. lover, Mickey whom was more than beaming at their sappiness, his smile showing even past the large scarf he wore around his neck.
"Sure is a cold day, huh fella?" Mickey's usual friendly and chipper voice exclaimed softly, his grip tightening around the ducks hand as he rubbed his thumb over it, blushing as he noticed just how soft his feathers were.
Donald couldn't help but feel himself turn a light pink as well as it colored right across his beak, turning away from Mickey's wide and innocent gaze, longing for them to make eye contact, and another kind of contact that caused the duck to gingerly rise his fingers to the tip of his beak at the very thought of it.
"Yeah, it's.. snowing." Donald had paused for that long just to give the worst and most obvious response he was capable of, and a swift palm met his forehead in a slap, his mouth turning downwards at the corners as he seethed.
Luckily, Mickey was the least judgmental person.. mouse, the duck had ever met as a polite and soft laugh escaped his lips, his round ears shivering slightly.
"Sure is! And as much as I love the cold, I sure am glad I have someone like you to keep me warm."
Donald kept his face hidden behind his hand as it grew heated to the touch, trying to hide the look of flushed embarrassment on his face, but without success.
Mickey whistled innocently as he tittered himself back and forth from his heel and then to his toes, a huge smile still plastered on his face that was even wider than before.