Comrade Duck

ABC has gender with my mom? I'm very confused T_T

We are atm. Hopefully the future says the same. How's your cooking nowadays?

When Covid ends, you still coming to town?

I demand pictures immediately. What big moves you made lately? Besides pupper.

Yo that room is MAD small. Bro is you in the attic or what? You got a nice setup tho. I'm feelin it.

Sweeter like in sugar content or sweeter like "that shit is sweet"?

A Bit of Luck, A Bit of Coin Captain Helmsley took his leave, and Kitt and Olive were left in the company of Flynt. The former Watchdog regaled Kitt and Olivander with the story of his arrival on Corpus, and how the few townsfolk came to trust him and look to him for leadership. Flynt was certainly a charming man, that much Olivander had to admit. It was not surprise that a man with his charisma could turn up and be readily relied upon. Olivander rubbed his chin as he examined Flynt. "I wonder if I should grow a beard..." Taking the young Watchdogs into his home, Flynt offered them a humble breakfast of porridge. Olivander's growling stomach would not allow him to decline. "...For later meals, perhaps we can kill a pheasant and I can show you some real hospitality, but this is all I have for now. While I get that ready, tell me everything. Or --” Flynt turned, smirking at Olivander. Olivander's cheeks lit up like roses, unable to turn his head from Flynt's gaze. “-- at least tell me what you can.” Olivander finally picked the lock between his and Flynts eyes and laid them upon the table that was being set. "... what just happened to me?" He remained mostly quiet throughout their breakfast, only the occasional nod, barely looking up from his bowl as he devoured his porridge. Thankfully, for Olivander's sake, there came a perfect distraction as David entered the room. The boy's face was riddled with obvious concern, and so, Flynt addressed the matter quickly. And when Olivander came to learn what David was so distraught about, his face lit up again, but with more determination than before. " ...It’s a bit silly, but you were the ones saying the gods sent you here. Maybe the gods think I’m doing something wrong. Would one of you rather?” Flynt asked politely. Olivander stood up from his seat straight away, wiping his mouth as he did so. "I think my Lord Hinder would like me to step in here," he said with a smile. Turning to David, he got excited. "After all, who knows coin better than us?" Approaching David carefully, Olivander extended a hand. "David, my name is Olive. Is it alright if I assist you?" David looked at Flynt with a clear question on his face even if he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything until he saw Flynt nod approvingly, and even then his response was guarded. He didn't shake Olive's hand, but he did say, "Okay..." "Good. Now, tell me a little about your assailant. A Mr. Pfeifer, was it?" "Pfeifer's my best friend," David said, still guarded but starting to warm up. "Or he was my best friend, I don't know if he's even a friend right now. I'm two months older than him, but, uh, he's generally the one leading all the games which is a little annoying but he's Old Man Jones' grandson so I guess he thinks he can do what he wants even though he can't." "I see. He's a bit tough, is he?" Olivander said as he led David back outside. "Could you take me to him, please? Let's see if I can't get your coin back." David shook his head. "He's not so tough. One time we did a race around the island and he finished, like, way after me. He just got lucky this time. I just left him at the cave, so he's probably still there." He ran ahead, only stopping occasionally to make sure Olive was keeping up.

Oh man, these shots looking fucking great. I love this cast too. Talk about exciting.

The only good pie from Pizza Hut is pan. I can get any kind of pie from Dominos and I know it'll be good. But they both pale in comparison to a local chain down here. But if I had to pick, Dominos.

The Locals “Alright, then. Olive, this is Flynt. Used to cart him around all the time just like I’m doing to you now, though it sounds like Kitt can tell you more about him than me. Flynt, this is Olive, Hinder’s dog.” Captain Helmsley was polite enough to introduce Olivander to Mr. Flynt, who, in turn, almost seemed skeptical of associating with a dog of Hinder's. “Hinder, huh? God of wealth and thievery, which one are you then?” Flynt asked of Olivander. He smirked in reply, remaining silent. "That depends on who you are and what valuables you hold, old man." “Well, you’re welcome here. A friend of Kitt’s is a friend of mine and all that. Let’s go back to my hut, catch up over breakfast, and then I’ll take you around a little tour, how does that sound?” said the generous Flynt. Olivander was the lucky one here. Having established a connection with Helmsley and Kitt, he would be welcomed to join them for a morning meal. His thoughts would have been far more snarky if not for the overpowering rumble in his stomach. "Sounds like a good idea, Mr. Flynt. I appreciate your hospitality," Olivander said politely. "Thank you sir. That would be helpful to us...on the way and during the meal, I can fill you in on everything that's happened thus far. I'm sure you'd be proud." "Everything?" Olivander thought to himself. Was Kitt more naive than he originally anticipated. "While I'm sure you both have a lot of catching up to do, are you sure you should trouble Mr. Flynt here with all of the details of our journey? I'm sure he has more pressing matters," Olivander said, trying to give Kitt clues about spilling too much. "How long has it been since you've seen each other after all? A few decades?" Olivander wasn't actually interested in their past together. He didn't personally know Flynt, and having every bit of information about their journey divulged to a man that Kitt hadn't seen in gods only knows how long, was dangerous. And he didn't like that one bit. Still, he kept on his smile. He couldn't afford to over analyze the situation either. But right now, he was thinking of his own safety.

Biggest regret of 2020?

Cheers to a safe and successful move for you and your folks. It's hard af to move right now due to Covid-19, but I hope yours goes smoothly. If you're at liberty to do so, you should share some pics of your new crib.

Ace Trainer somewhere along the road to the Elite Four. You get to challenge me to a rematch at anytime.

I'm glad that you have somewhere that you feel safe and happy, Blake. Hope you have an excellent 2021.