Luke was still trying his best not to start snickering; heâd never admit this aloud, but perhaps this was even more fun than being polite; if he told Cookie, she might tell the professor, and Luke wasnât allowing that. Of course, it was still pretty obvious from the way he was grinning and holding in his laughter that this was still a source of amusement for him. Even so, he totally wasnât going to admit that and risk the professor knowing about this ungentlemanly behavior. For now, heâd just go along with it, and attempt not to break his cover of being a gentlemanâŠor, as gentlemanly as he could be in this situation.
In fact, he was beginning to get the hang of things already; he was so ready for whatever target they had next. Even if hisâŠâcharacterâ was this really sassy-looking, barely even wearing anything girl with a rebellious female haircut. Oh, man, he was so gonna be able to pull this off, even if it was going to deem him âungentlemanlyââŠhe was only being in-character. In completely exaggerated, yet totally realistic character.
This new story ought to be promising, at least from Cookieâs introduction; being on the phone with her ex was already a nice way to give Luke the starting gun. He examined the girl a bit more; she had this really apparent, most likely fake tan that simply made her appear even more one of those stereotypical stupid girls that you find on the telly on those channels that his mother and sometimes even his father liked to watch, but the one that the duckette preferred not to. Their behavior was completely unladylike.
Okay, it was his turn now; you can do this, Luke Triton. He made sure to give her the sassiest, rudest, dimwitted girl impression.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, babe." he paused to let the ex on her phone speak, then continued. "That? Oh, that was some lame guy. Heâs showing off, what a loser, ugh. Yeah, we should totally hook up sometime. I doubt Iâm stayinâ with this guy, heâs tryinâ to impress me with one of those lame-o test your strength booths."
Cookie couldn't help but smile like a huge nerd at Luke's interpretation of the girl. Perfect! He was doing absolutely perfect! Too perfect. Cookie'd better step up her game. Man, though, this kid was gonna have a rough as heck time when he went back to that lame-o professor of his, wasn't he? She'd gone and corrupted the poor boy beyond belief. Which was, of course, something she was insanely proud of. As swoon-worthy as this dorks attempt at being gentlemanly was, he deserved to live a little! He was still a kid, after all. All of that polite nonsense could wait until he was a grown up, she was sure.
"Lame? Lame? You better be talkin' bout some other chump, gal, because this guy's gonna totally woo you." She continued on in her fairly good attempt at a masculine voice, pausing as the guy went to swing which turned out fairly decent, surprisingly! Well, Cookie guessed the guy was pretty buff, but the character she'd made up for him sure as heck wasn't.
She opened her mouth to continue on, but cut herself off before she could say anything, excitedly clapping her hands together as she realized that she and Luke were up next!
"Alright, shorty, enough joshin' around, we gotta be serious now, you ready?" She muttered the words to him as to not alert the owner of the game to the super secret plan she had up her sleeve, grabbing Luke by the cuff of his sweater and dragging him up to the game. They had to play this cool, and Cookie decided that the best way to do that was to pick up the hammer, faking as much difficulty as possible. Hopefully, Luke would get the cue to help her out.
And, really, these two were adorable, so there was no way some stupid carnie was gonna tell them they couldn't work together to do this hammer game, right? Right.
