QUACKED UP ( w. ) @lgcbk
“byeongkwan, just the man i wanted to —” QUAAACK! rowon stops abruptly, his sights trailing to the yellow blob peeking out from under his foot. he shifts his heel. QUAAAaaak… oh, ancestors that be. it’s duck fury. he had stepped on duck fury. he scrambles to pick up the poor thing, quickly rubbing off all the mud and dirt from the squeaky companion that he’d gifted byeongkwan as a truce for cheating on a drinking game two fortnights ago.
... wait. something’s off. duck fury has always been dutifully attached to its owner. what is it doing, laying here several distances away? and what is byeongkwan doing, taking a nap in the middle of a pathwalk?
eyes narrowed, rowon makes his way over and nudges byeongkwan with his foot. no movement. he frowns and does it again, this time with more strength to turn him over. byeongkwan flops on his back like a dead fish. uh. “kwan. kwan.” he crouches down and shoves a finger under his friend’s nose. hm. without warning, rowon slaps him across the face. “hey.” another slap, harder. “hey.”
