@ alastor ( stop ignoring his face time calls )
Alastor was tucked up in bed, blankets pulled up to his nose. After everything that had just transpired, even he who rarely slept needed a good night's rest.
He should have known that the Duck Lord was going to pull something stupid. He just hadn't expected him to stoop to sliding printed out images underneath his door.
Sitting up, Alastor shot a tentacle out toward the abhorrent thing, and brought it up to his face. He leaned over to ignite his kerosene lamp, adjusting his monocle as he prepared to take in the abomination in all its duckish glory.
"I showed you my duck..." he read aloud, completely missing the punchline. "Please respond."
Uncanny. Why was it at that angle? Why did it look so pompous? Was it wearing a top hat?
Assuming the 'king' was still at the door, Alastor called out: "PLEASE RESPOND TO WHAT?!"















