Bushroot felt the heat of the sun on his face, he opened his eyes and let out a yawn. “Another day, another time to plot a heist,” he said in a morning sigh as he stretched his arm over his head and bent down. He looked over at the door that lead to his bedroom and wondered how Ember doing. He went over and knock on the door, just in case she was decent. “Ember are you up?” he asked. Usually Bushroot doesn’t like company, but he felt empathy for the poor woman, he understood what it’s like to be an outcast for what he was.
“Actually, by any chance do you have any extra clothes?” she asked through the door.
Bushroot looked confused. “Um, why do you ask?” he asked in a muddled voice.
“Well, I kind of burned my clothes off in my sleep,” she said in an embarrass tone.
Bushroot blushed and let out a slight wheeze. “Don’t worried, I’ll get some big leaves and my sewing kit, I will be right back,” he said before going to the stuff. He went to his supply drawers, got his kit, went to the palm tree to pick some leaves, and went to work on Ember’s attire, it was just a plain dress with a V-neck, a long ankle skirt, and had a stitched in choker. It took half an hour, but he finally finished. He went back to his bedroom’s door and knocked. “Ember, I’m back.”
She opened the door slightly, put her hand out, grabbed the dress, and closed the door. “Thank you, it’s gorgeous, it’s very generous of you to do this for me,” she said through the door. The plant mutant blushed at the compliment. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“How do you know how to sew like this? It just that you don’t seem like the type of duck to like this kind of stuff?” she asked him as she put on the dress and came out. The guesstimates on her measurements he did were all right except for the bust size, it was two inches to small, so it was a bit of snug fit.
The scientist looked at her for a moment before realizing what she said. “Oh, my mother taught me when I was about five-years-old, she said I need a hobby or two to do after school. She got to pick sewing and I picked gardening. After she passed when I was eighteen, I didn’t sew a lot, but after I mutated I started to do it again, it was hard finding clothes that fit me,” he explained.
“I’m sorry about your mother,” Ember said to him as she put her hand on his shoulder. “I understand what it is like to lose someone close to. But at least you had your father.”
Bushroot sighed and started to tear up, he wiped his eyes. “Actually, I don’t know who my father was. My mother was a rape victim,” he said in choked up voice. “Sometimes I think if that’s why I do the things I do, maybe my father was so evil that it messed me up before I was born.”
Ember gasped. She took his hand and hugged him. She took his face and looked him right in the eye. “Listen to me, you are a good person. Okay yes, you killed two people, but you took me in and made me this dress, you even gave me your room. It doesn’t matter who your father was, okay?” she said in a firm voice. Her hair started to smoke. She let go of him and counted to ten slowly and calmly. “Sorry, now and then I go a bit overboard.”
Bushroot rubbed his cheeks where she had him. He started to blush. “It’s okay. You know that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me since my mother died,” he said to her with a smile. He started to think that maybe he doesn’t need a wife, maybe he just needs a friend. “Hey, I know a great place that allows criminals, a place where we can relax in between heist and crimes. Trust me, it’s a really nice place to be when you’re on the run.”
“Well, it’s not dangerous, is it?” she asked nervously.
“Oh, it’s fine, trust me it’s better than most restaurant in St. Canard.”
“Okay, sure,” she said in anxious voice.
“Great, I’ll get my trench coat and you can have my cloak for a disguise,” he said before he went into the other room. It took a few him a few minutes to find the clothes in his large closet, which was full of costumes, but he finally found the trench coat and matching fedora and the black cloak and came out. He went back to Ember and gave the clothing item to her. She put on the cloak and pulled the hood over her head and Dr. Bushroot put on the coat and pulled the fedora just above his eyes, so he could see. “Follow me, Ember. We can take my convertible.”
Ember looked confused. “You have a car? I would think you would rather walk into town to help save the environment from the pollution it puts out.”
Bushroot smiled. “It would, if it was a car that ran on gasoline, but I had a friend of mine converted the engine to run on the sun and water for the oil,” he said as they walked outside and went behind the green house to the garage built in the back. He opened the metal door and went in. The room only had one thing in it, a five-seated ivy green convertible with the retractable roof up and silver hub caps. “Beautiful and environmentally friendly. What do you think? It’s a good way to get into town without having to walk so far.”
“It’s lovely, green is my favorite color. Could we keep the roof up? I heard about this Darkwing Duck character, I don’t you to be sighted,” Ember asked with concerned voice.
Bushroot nodded and went to the shotgun side and opened the door for Ember. “Here you go Ms. Swan,” he said as he helped her into the car seat.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she said as she took her seat.
Bushroot went to the driver’s seat, sat down, grabbed the keys from the rearview mirror, and started the car. “You can call me ‘Reginald’, that’s what let my friends call me, and we are friends, aren’t we?” he asked. ‘Please yes, I need a friend who sell me out to the police,’ he thought to himself. He really did need a friend like that, his villain friends always through him to the authorities or Darkwing.
Ember smiled. “You’re the first one since the accident who has helped. I would be honor to be your friend,” she said in a sweet voice, making Bushroot smiled and started driving towards town.