Just colleagues, right?

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by wtftori

by wtftori

"Hey, you! Mr worldwide!" Donald duck announced, reading the name off his name tag.
"Can you take over my shift for a couple minutes? I have an important call I need to take." Donald duck squawked, standing less than half the size of Mr Worldwide, almost perfectly the height of- never mind, this information isn't important to the story (I think.)

Donald Duck walked back into the building to see Mr Worldwide serving customers back and forth. "Would you like anything else with that?" Mr Worldwide stood with almost no expression on his face, staring through the souls of each customer which he talked to. Donald Duck approached the gloomy employee, "you don't look like you're having fun there," Donald Duck looked up confidentially at the tall, bald man, "I can take over again, go on your break and have some rest."

Suddenly, a smirk wiped across the what once was a depressed Costa worker, "Oh? You sure you can handle all these customers you little duck?" Donald Duck's knees became wobbly, "I think me and you could be really good friends, you little duck." Donald Duck looked away, becoming slightly flustered and flushed. Mr Worldwide slowly bent down and got on one knee, getting to the height of Donald Duck. He put two fingers under his chin, moving his head to face to him, they made direct eye contact. "What's this? Oh? Are you blushing?" Mr Worldwide chuckled a little, "Do I really make you this nervous?"
"Uh, um,, I need to go to the bathroom" Donald Duck scampered away, at a lightning bolt speed.

Mr Worldwide could hear the bathroom door slam closed forcefully, and after a few minutes passed of serving annoyed and busy looking customers, Donald Duck walked back through the males bathroom door, with a recently washed face and a fix of his clothes.

Mr worldwide had immediately noticed the reappearance of the duck, and walked over to him, as the shop was empty at the moment, "You're looking quite refreshed, little duck." Donald Duck couldn't bare keep eye contact, he couldn't bear to look into mr Worldwides deep, enchanting, luminescent eyes. I mean, what am I talking about? How would Donald Duck think such things about his friend, about his coworker. "Sorry about earlier," Donald Duck smiled lightly, "I don't know what came across me."

Mr worldwide grunted slightly, "Right." He slowly stood up, stretching his arms and back as he did so. "Oh would you look at that? Its 7:30, I guess we have to start getting the shop closed." For the next twenty minutes, the two of them put away all the stools and covered up the food and machines, between the duck and the bald man, it was a pretty easy job.

The two of them walked out of the shop together, Donald Duck rubbing up against mr Worldwides legs as they walked, "Hey, mr Worldwide" Donald Duck stuttered as he talked,
"Yes my little duck?" Mr Worldwide bent down on one knee to get to the height of Donald Duck. Donald Duck whimpered slightly at the pressure of eye contact with mr Worldwide, instead of saying what he was about to say, Donald Duck kissed him. His long beak parting slightly and giving in to mr Worldwides soft and warm lips. It felt like he was in a dream. Mr Worldwide pulled the small ducks body closer to him, they kissed back and forth, slowly starting to passionately make out. Donald Duck tasted the peach tea mr Worldwide was drinking as they were tidying up the shop, and soon without even realising, he was trying to get more of that taste - more of mr Worldwide. Their tongues battled for dominance, like a war, back and forth, front and back.

Donald Duck felt his cheeks warming up as he felt the balding male slide his tongue further into his beak, how did he get himself in this position. Mr Worldwide rubbed his thumbs on the sides of the little ducks face. They slowly pulled back from each other, "You're red, little duck, are you really this attracted to me?"

The bald man stood up, looking out to the road, "We're getting a cab to my house, right now." Without Donald being able to fit in, Mr Worldwide had already started dialling a number on his small flip-phone.