Quack

[threateningflour]

Who: Coulson and anyone
What: Duck
Where: Highcrest
When: 3/16
Warnings: ridiculous ahead

[Along a dirt road in Highcrest this fine morning, one agent is continuing his daily stroll around Mallow Hallow. There is one difference today, a brood of ducklings are waddling after him.

As he crosses the road, the ducklings honk and try to rush across to follow him, prompting a frown on Coulson's face, so he turns back around, ushering them back to the side of the road and crouches down before them sternly]

Look both ways before crossing.

[No, he hasn't grown a soft spot for them. Why do you ask?]

Comments

[threateningflour]

[more peeping... and then it pecks at the tip of his fingers]

I'd appreciate it.

This one is taking a liking to you.

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[Balfour laughs in surprise when the duckling pecks at his fingers, wiggling them at the tiny bird again.]}

I like the little one, too. Do they have names?