@dynamiteduck ❤’d || Starter call
What exactly was Bean trying to do now? Something about ‘Boom fast, make cash’ or something. He was rambling so much it was hard to keep track of things he said at times.
Whatever the supposed scheme was, Bark wasn’t on board in the slightest. Of course he trusted the woodpecker with explosives of every shape and size, but if Bean was trying to pull reckless stunts for clients just for a quick buck then Bark wasn’t going to stand idly by and allow people who weren’t involved with their mission get hurt.
Even he had standards.
Giving the dynamite duck a disapproving look that just wordlessly said ‘really?’, Bark just picked up the bird and furrowed his brow. Essentially, he was urging Bean to think of another not-so-reckless plan to make money.
Try as Bark might, Bean’s own conscience was...Lacking, to say the least.
Or rather, he blatantly ignored what his conscience told him for the sake of cash and entertainment. Growing up as he did, it was the norm for him.
Bark’s hesitance didn’t surprise the duck-- They had been through the same song and dance many times before, so Bean kept a wide grin on his face the whole way, nudging Bark with his elbow in an attempt to convince him to go along with his scheme.
Though, his efforts soon started to diminish, and Bark’s look was met with an indignant pout, the duck slumping his shoulders as he looked up at the bear.
“C’moooon!” He urged, blinking when he was picked up. He crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, giving Bark what could only be described as the look of a pouting child.
“I won’t throw anythin’ toward strangers!” A pause. “Well, not the ones that we need to throw stuff at, but...”
