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He isn't sure what's gotten into Duck, but he's pretty sure he likes it and trusts Duck to find them someplace that Geoffrey can get some practice doing some things he's never, ever actually going to try at a Council meeting.
Duck takes them through the garden, his eyes casting around for somewhere, anywhere, but everywhere he looks he sees people, and indecent exposure is not the way to begin Geoffrey's career on the Council.
"Wait..." With a new, possibly even more fiendish light in his eyes, Duck turns around, pulling Geoffrey in the direction of the toolshed.
Geoffrey doesn't have any idea where they're going at first, not nearly as familiar with said shed as Duck is.
"I hope that means you've thought of something," he says, "and not that you're going to walk me all the way back to the Hamlet."
"God no," Duck grunts, taking the door to the shed shoulderfirst and knocking the thing wide open. The air inside is hot and muggy, but Duck pulls Geoffrey inside, yanking his shirt off as he slams the door behind them. The heavy air crowds in around them, making sweat pop out all over Duck's bare torso, which he's only too happy to plaster to Geoffrey's chest. "Yeah?"
He isn't sure what's gotten into Duck, but he's pretty sure he likes it and trusts Duck to find them someplace that Geoffrey can get some practice doing some things he's never, ever actually going to try at a Council meeting.
Duck takes them through the garden, his eyes casting around for somewhere, anywhere, but everywhere he looks he sees people, and indecent exposure is not the way to begin Geoffrey's career on the Council.
"Wait..." With a new, possibly even more fiendish light in his eyes, Duck turns around, pulling Geoffrey in the direction of the toolshed.
Geoffrey doesn't have any idea where they're going at first, not nearly as familiar with said shed as Duck is.
"I hope that means you've thought of something," he says, "and not that you're going to walk me all the way back to the Hamlet."
"God no," Duck grunts, taking the door to the shed shoulderfirst and knocking the thing wide open. The air inside is hot and muggy, but Duck pulls Geoffrey inside, yanking his shirt off as he slams the door behind them. The heavy air crowds in around them, making sweat pop out all over Duck's bare torso, which he's only too happy to plaster to Geoffrey's chest. "Yeah?"