[ Today was a bad day. A very bad, very Not Good day.
All because of a goose. One goose. That goose.
It's been terrorizing the town but it's not like Alberto is very tuned into the grapevine; the only reason he's heard about this goose at all is because it also tried to attack Luca two days ago. And while that certainly is not a reason to go seeking the goose out, when the same goose (he assumes) tried to attack Alberto at the park today, it seemed a good reason to justify fighting back.
Noble and brave as that is, this proved wildly unwise. Luca was smart enough to run away from the start; Alberto only tried that approach after getting his ass absolutely handed to him by a vicious waterfowl. And he's coming home with the bruises, blood, and bad attitude to prove it. He closes the door with a loud slam, looking quite disheveled and disgruntled, twigs in his hair, dirt on his face, and wheels on Luca immediately. ]
Luca. Ho-ly stin-kin' sharks...!
[ Oh, man, biting on the syllables as he cusses and everything, this must be bad. He crosses the room with long, fast strides, then theatrically collapses face-down beside Luca in their giant mound of pillows, voice muffled but understandable as he speaks into it, sounding both furious and exasperated. Even as he seems to deflate, though, spreading himself akimbo, obviously exhausted, his tone doesn't betray his humiliating defeat, but, uh... yeah, no, wait, yes, it does. And if it doesn't? There are red scrapes and scratches down both his arms and one arm is even bloody, cgiuhersfjkn?! ]
You are never going to believe what the shell just happened to me...!
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action; post-goosefight, pre-online goose drama
Date: 2022-06-15 03:16 am (UTC)All because of a goose. One goose. That goose.
It's been terrorizing the town but it's not like Alberto is very tuned into the grapevine; the only reason he's heard about this goose at all is because it also tried to attack Luca two days ago. And while that certainly is not a reason to go seeking the goose out, when the same goose (he assumes) tried to attack Alberto at the park today, it seemed a good reason to justify fighting back.
Noble and brave as that is, this proved wildly unwise. Luca was smart enough to run away from the start; Alberto only tried that approach after getting his ass absolutely handed to him by a vicious waterfowl. And he's coming home with the bruises, blood, and bad attitude to prove it. He closes the door with a loud slam, looking quite disheveled and disgruntled, twigs in his hair, dirt on his face, and wheels on Luca immediately. ]
Luca. Ho-ly stin-kin' sharks...!
[ Oh, man, biting on the syllables as he cusses and everything, this must be bad. He crosses the room with long, fast strides, then theatrically collapses face-down beside Luca in their giant mound of pillows, voice muffled but understandable as he speaks into it, sounding both furious and exasperated. Even as he seems to deflate, though, spreading himself akimbo, obviously exhausted, his tone doesn't betray his humiliating defeat, but, uh... yeah, no, wait, yes, it does. And if it doesn't? There are red scrapes and scratches down both his arms and one arm is even bloody, cgiuhersfjkn?! ]
You are never going to believe what the shell just happened to me...!