Duck Lake chromakey dreamcoat

Sorry for the wait! I honestly had no idea how he should respond lmao

Well, she had got him there (at least, he think she got him there if he had deciphered her weirdly slurred words correctly). Causing a ruckus via startling a bunch of ducks wasn't the coolest thing one could do (especially as he had been contemplating making a meal out of one of them, damnit), but Lucca was otherwise at a loss for words. The brief wave of anger had been instead replaced with his usual bashfulness, and he awkwardly shifted from paw to paw as the woman spoke.

"I guess," he mumbled to his feet as if ashamed. What right did she have reprimanding him like that? She was the one who had interrupted his hunt. Another surge of anger was quickly quashed by his innate placid nature, though his struggle was evident via the twisted look on his face. "That is an, uh, odd way of speaking you have there, miss," he started, trying to initiate some kind of connection so he didn't just give in to the reoccurring waves of irritation and try to throttle her. "Where are you from?"