The duck made its way slowly over to Gerry, plopping itself down in front of him and resting its head on the toe of his boot. It was honestly the most it had interacted with him in... a few weeks maybe? It had just stayed in its little corner of the office mostly, either sleeping or quacking away at him without any certain reason to. Gerry noticed how it would look at the (stolen borrowed) statements that made up its nest, or the closest thing to a nest anyway. It always looked somewhat curious in a way. It had that same look in its eyes now.
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Gerry reached over and scritched its head. "Hey, fucker. What, you remembered I exist?" He chuckled. "What's up?"















