#duckyfm

dominic: hey how's it going?

he was a familiar face and that was it. their paths never overlapped, really, which was more of a good thing than bad. ducky was exactly the kind of company freya was looking for. she raised her glow-in-the-dark drink toward him in greeting, before leaning in, so she could be heard over the music. “you need more paint.” she reached out with her free hand to pluck at his collar. “you’re blending into the shadows. gotta spice up your look. the paints station is calling your name. i can help. in fact, i insist.” @duckyfm​

dominic: gn :)

he parked himself between the door and frame as if ducky would shut it immediately once he saw who it was. it was a bit extreme on dominic’s behalf, he knew that, but the unanswered texts and change of plans were getting to him. to the point that he had texted clem to see if ducky was home rather than approach him first. “hey, duck,” he began with a smile, trying to elicit something -- anything. “can we talk? clem told me you weren’t, uh, up to anything. i brought oreo milkshakes.” he raised his hand that was clutching onto a tray of drinks.

dominic: anyway i was wondering if u guys were free monday?

dominic: u didn't get hurt right?

          he was full of giggles on this fine afternoon. re-upping on weed always had him beaming, like a kid in a god damn candy store. it’d been a couple of days since he’d smoked, so his tolerance was low, so his high was, well,  high.  “  dude, why do they call you ducky anyway  ?  someone doesn’t just  stumble  upon a nickname like that.  ”  question spills past parted lips, followed with more laughter.  @duckyfm​