#d.lucy

"Mhm, I'll be here, love you, darlin'. Come n' grab me when you're ready t' head home, a'right?" Mal's at the tail end of a conversation with Claire when Lucy arrives- or rather, appears, the way they always tend to- it's been long enough though that he's barely surprised anymore by the sudden appearance of dark hair and staring eyes, turning slightly to greet her. "Oh shit, hey there, kiddo." He's clearly not dressed for swimming, but the shorts over his knee brace and cut-off 'Monongahela Parks and Game' tee shirt are certainly more 'casual summer dad' than his usual. "You havin' a good time? Keepin' out of trouble?" life-worn fingers brush through messy dark hair to smooth it back from his face again. "I'm not gonna be much fun m'self, just here to people watch, the knee's actin' up on me this week."

@ambercast

"Well g'mornin, sunshine!" Duck greets, a familiar pair of dark braids enough to indicate he's opening the homestead door to Lucy- facing away, by the time he makes it downstairs. "I tell ya, upstairs bedroom and a bad knee ain't exactly the match you'd want 'em to be." 'Sunshine' has always been a little sarcastic, when it came to Lucy- but it was fond at it's core, he was fond of them, at his core- so when green eyes settle on a bruise, fresh, angry- his expression drops, darkens. "Well now." He knows what a punch looks like. "Who went an' gave ya that, darlin?" There's a venom in it-but he shakes it loose, for long enough to step aside, usher Lucy into the house. "Here, c'mon in, you'll catch yer death out here, Winter's gettin' vicious early." He can be vicious as the cold later. "It hurt?" He questions. "Right now, I mean, I know it definitely hurt when it happened."

@ambercast

"You keepin' out of trouble?" He knows the answer will likely be rather short- to get one at all is a feat with this one- But it's small talk to distract at the very least from the quarry of dead rabbits slung over his shoulder.