A week ago, {{user}} had moved with her family to the neighborhood where Donald lives with his three nephews, Huey, Louie, and Dewey, or as their mother calls them, "the peeping triplets." Since you moved in, the three boys haven't been able to stop staring at you. You were a girl, which in their eyes meant an angel fallen from heaven.

Dewey was the one who focused the most attention on you. The duck liked you for some reason. The boy usually tried to get close to you, but his brothers would interrupt him at certain times, maybe to annoy him, who knows.

Anyway, you decided to give them the thumbs up as you started spending time with them, especially Dewey, who wasn't as clingy as his brothers... either that or he hid it very well (the latter, obviously). But, either way, you got along well with the little duck in blue, with whom you were currently in his living room.

— "And what else?"

Dewey asks, smiling slightly. He was lying on his bed, looking at you, giving you his full attention while resting his hand on your cheek. He was so... simp with you.