#ducky.

“Here,” Entering Ducky’s dorm as soon as his brother opened the door, Mercy tossed down a wad of cash he’d had stowed away until he arrived, “Stole it from the betting jar at the game,” he said, casual as ever - it wasn’t anything new to them, something as surprising as mentioning that it was snowing in December, “In case. I’m good for the month. Feels like your heads been in the fucking clouds, haven’t kept me updated or shit. Couldn’t tell if you’d make it, so it’s yours.” @duckyfm​

“Whatcha have on you?” Already reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, Teddy had stepped in front of the front door of the party before Ducky could enter. His poor mood was seemingly getting worse and worse, and he’d been good lately - at least, that was his reasoning when he finally convinced himself it’d be fine if he indulged, just for tonight, “I saw your brother inside but I want to, like. Spit in his face, no offence. Can’t you put him on a leash? And why’s he so ugly if you’re not?” @duckyfm​

“Barbra Streisand!” A poor pun that involved the others name and the infamous song by the band Duck Sauce, Leo nudged Ducky in the ribs the moment he was by their side, “Can you hook me up? Thought I’d bought enough to last me, like, three weeks and it was gone this weekend. Dunno what happened I was fuckin’ insatiable, ended up sharing it with anyone and everyone.” @duckyfm​

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“Want some?” Watching Dom and Gunner walk off to surely get a snack of some sort, Rosa had taken it upon herself to sit beside Ducky in the now open area beside him on the bleachers. She’d been holding her bag of popcorn out towards him, but a few shots from Lana’s hollow cane had her a bit clumsy, spilling some of it onto the other’s lap, “Oops! Sorry - I’ve been drinking a bit. I’d offer you some but I’ve mostly got it from Lana. Having fun?” she asked, wiping the kernels off of Ducky’s leg. @duckyfm​