cause im suffering, Steve too.
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He really didn’t want them! Not really! He don’t have time, they’re dirty and gross. But he was lying to himself, he really actually want them, those little nasty ducks that where chirping to him from a box in his arms. He would not admit he missed those chirps, the last time he hear one was when he was 10.
Steve stare at the small birds pecking each other, squealing when one step on them, they look at him with the head turned side, his little shiny eyes inspecting him. Steve huff and gently put the box down in his bed, go look for a used towel and position in the sheets to protect them of duck shit.
Then, gently but quickly to avoid loud squealing of the ducks for being separated, the brunette put them in the towel.
He observed them again, then, slowly hesitantly, lay down in his belly, offering his neck for them to nuzzle and peck in his flesh. (It don’t hurt anyways, it tickle actually)
Steve relax when the small ducks lay down nuzzling in his neck, quite chirping for being happy. But now he need to stay still, don’t move suddenly or go away, Steve sigh and just accept his destiny.
Minutes pass slowly, almost like it was specially torturing him. He didn’t answer the phone, he even disconnected it so wouldn’t ring and wake up the ducks, the walkie-talkie was without batteries since the morning, he didn’t get to buy new ones since he find those little fellas.
Steve sigh again, arms sleep for holding all his up body weight. He closed his eyes and start humming a lullaby his mother used to sing to him.
It would be a long noon, more if the group come looking for him.
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the small fellas
they’re three. :))
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The college I was touring as these little guys, I love them
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