<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Andy, Drew, Andrew (sorry, but he's always watching)<br/><strong>Location: </strong> Park, standing by dead ducks<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  Cinnamon, Dormouse<br/><br/>Black eyes slid to their corners, watching the furtive figure dash back into the cover of shadows.  Slowly, reluctantly, Their gaze returned to Cinnamon, the flat expression giving way to one far more friendly.  "What rude little Ducks," Andy said, blinking the light back in Their eyes.  <br/><br/><em>I seen her.<br/><br/>So did I.  <br/><br/>Not the first time?<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>Where?<br/><br/>Not now, Drew.<br/><br/>Fine.  Is he going to take the bread?<br/><br/>Drew...</em><br/><br/><em>That's just...ew.  No wonder the fuckin' ducks are dead.  Stupid bitch poisoned 'em, and dumbshit here is going to help her continue the massacre.  </em><br/><br/>"Sure," Andy chirruped, perhaps a shade too bright as Their fingers took claim of a hunk of bread.  <em>Ever heard of penicillin?  Sweetie here may be why there's any alive at all.<br/><br/>Candyass.<br/><br/>Bitch.</em><br/><br/>Andy shook Their head and gave Cinnamon an apologetic look.  "I'm sorry, They're very loud sometimes," he said, tapping Their temple with a blunt nailed forefinger.  He turned Them toward the stagnant pond and began tossing crumbs, although none of the ducks seemed very interested in Theirs.<br/><br/>"I asked a duck to tell me a joke once...," he began, flashing Cinnamon a playful wink.  "It quacked me up."<br/><br/><em>Oh.  My.  God.</em><br/><br/>Andy winced.  "Alright, even I know that was lame but... I don't have many duck jokes."  He shrugged and tossed another bit of penicillin, making a game out of hitting the dead ones.<br/><br/>"Do you know who that is watching us?" he asked, nodding Their head towards the lurker.</span>