(fic) rubber duck
Plastic. Garrish, bright yellow on filthy, contaminating material not used since the the The Great Environmental Crisis of the twenty-fourth century. Sitting in Nura's hand, being given a look not of disgust or caution.
"It's cute," the legionnaire says.
Querl sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "It is an environmental hazard." He lifts his head, hands going to his sides. "How it retained its condition throughout the centuries is deeply concerning."
Nura rolls her eyes, and pushes her fingers down on the back of the bird-shaped monstrosity. A high pitched note resounds, and Querl starts to feel a headache start at the side of his thought processes. Nura just laughs. "I still think it is cute."
"It's cute," the legionnaire says.
Querl sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "It is an environmental hazard." He lifts his head, hands going to his sides. "How it retained its condition throughout the centuries is deeply concerning."
Nura rolls her eyes, and pushes her fingers down on the back of the bird-shaped monstrosity. A high pitched note resounds, and Querl starts to feel a headache start at the side of his thought processes. Nura just laughs. "I still think it is cute."