"huh." A Sound Of Consideration As Their Finger Runs Over The (likely Fake) Fur Of A Squirrel Tail "yeah,

they freeze, still in the middle of trying to put back together the item they had broken "how—" a frustrated groan, and they're taking it into their hands instead "it's fake." they mumble, depositing the squirrel body and duck head, previously only having been connected by superglue, onto the counter as they fish their wallet from the pocket of their jeans "how much for the fake squuck?" the thought that someone could just sell inauthentic things had never occurred to them. their great uncle's home was filled with ancient things he had obtained on treasure hunts, this discovery from the mystery shack was like a betrayal.

LOCATION: the mystery shack FOR: @mcfuckz

Feet propped on the desk, Wendy's eyes flickered from the magazine they were lazily flipping through to the single customer inside the shop, a dude, what are you doing? expression on their face. "I saw that," she stated, staring for all of two more seconds before burying her nose back into the advice column.

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they'd gotten sidetracked a while back, notes completely forgotten on the floor as they rambled on. when they're finally able to focus again, it's on the part of their set that had been painted red, despite them sitting firmly in the blue section of the room "what if we did, like, a dating advice segment? since, you know... valentine's day is coming up?" they step back, frowning as they try to imagine just the three of them doing such a thing before deciding they definitely need more help— ducks weren't particularly known for being romantic "how good are you at relationship advice?"

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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, PTSDee (S12E07)

"oh, come on. i can't help it that i'm a polymath." they'd heard that word once a few months back, and wouldn't let go of it. as if painting himself as some suffering (from his mansion) academic (avid wheel of fortune fan) would make his obnoxiousness more tolerable "no way it's been only five minutes. i feel like i'm gonna bleed out before we get back there."

dewey's voice landed on toulouse's ear drums like a cloth covered mallet striking a gong , leading him to deepen his slouch as he sank further into the waiting room chair beside him . " mon dieu , " it's grumbled beneath his breath , lifting an arm from where it sat crossed over his chest to pinch the wrinkled skin between furrowed brows .

" five minutes , dewey . we have been waiting for FIVE minutes . five . this has to be a new record for you . "