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4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

In the fourth floor common room, ~~Gwynn~~ Baby Plucky Duck was having the time of his wee little feathered life.

He kept running back and forth between the couch and the sink and bouncing around as he explained to everybody very loudly what was going on in his world.

It was probably a good thing that you just don't ask where all of the green feathers came from...

[[OOC: Open as common rooms are. Come play with the huntress who thinks she's an adorable green baby duck.]]

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"The elelator go down the hooooooole," Plucky supplied helpfully as he waved the remote control at the new person. "And I want to push the buttons."

And there he went, pushing every single button on the remote as he bounced on the couch.

"What elevator?" asked Cal.

Because Cal was a jerk.

Plucky bounced up and down on the couch cushions and looked at Cal as if he was stupid. "THIS elelator. My elelator."

And Cal returned the look right back.

"That's a couch."

Hey, he didn't think he recognized this girl, so it wasn't like he'd have to worry about the results once she turned back to normal, but she'd still probably feel like an idiot for insisting the couch was an elelator.

Oh, the cruel, evil side of Cal loved this week.

Plucky Duck bounced some more and shook his wee feathered wings at Cal. "MY E-LE-LA-TOR!"

Gwynn was going to hate Cal so much if she ever saw him again. She would also hope that the Gremlins got him, too.

"COUUUUUCH," Cal pronounced slowly, so that the girl could keep up. "Couch. Come on. You can say it right. That's not an elevator."

Yeah, Cal was making absolutely no friends this week. At all.

Plucky glared at him. Obviously the man did not know who he was dealing with. He must be used to dealing with an inferior sort of duck, something Plucky Duck obviously was not.

"Mine!" He shrieked, waving his wings and the remote control. "Mine mine mine!" Then he pointed at Cal. "You coooooouch."

He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

And, despite himself, Cal couldn't help thinking that was incredibly adorable.

It was easier for him to admit it since it was coming from a cute girl. If it was coming from a little green duck, he'd still think it was cute, but he wouldn't so readily admit to it.

"Nooooo," Cal said, "You're a cooooooouch."

And again Plucky laughed like Cal was telling the best jokes ever. He perched on the top of the "elelator" and pointed again.

"You biggggggeeeeer! You a cooooooouch."

He really kind of liked that word.

"If I'm a cooooouch," Cal argued lightly, fighting against the urge to laugh, because, seriously, this was insanely cute now with all that laughing and any cute girl laughing at you like that (even if she did think she was a green duck toddler) made his mutated XY chromosome roar with pride, "then you're an elelator."

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