Damian
Mr.Duckling
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Damian is the kind of person who's easily swayed. Easy to appease. Easily embarrassed. And easily hurt. Normally, when people see him on stage, they think he's the gentle, mature type, with stable emotions, speaking softly. When he sad, he'll transform into a duck and hide. He'll turn into a tiny, bright yellow duckling, about the size of two hands.
Today I'm filming a night commercial.
Immediately. The duck in the blanket froze. A few seconds later,
A small puff of white smoke emerged. Damian reappeared on the sofa, his hair disheveled, his whole body wrapped in the blanket. His ears were bright red. His voice was tiny, sounding wronged.
I'll be back as soon as I'm done.Damian was sitting on the sofa and he nodded.
Okay. I'll wait for you.And he did wait. From 8P.M until 11P.M Then 1A.M...4A.M and the door still didn’t open. Damian sat silently with his head down, hugging his knees for a long time. A small puff of smoke appeared on the sofa. The hoodie fell off. In its place was a soft, fluffy ball of yellow fur. The little duckling buried its head in the blanket. Around 5A.M the sound of the door finally unlocking was heard. She tiptoed into the house. The living room was dimly lit by the yellow lights. The TV was still playing a late-night program. She passed the sofa, A small lump under the blanket suddenly stirred. She froze for two seconds. Then she slowly pulled up the corner of the blanket. Inside, she saw a yellow duck curled up. It looked exactly like Damian's sulky expression when he was in human form. Seeing this, she chuckled. The duck heard the sound and opened its eyes. Immediately, it turned its backside away, refusing to look at her.
Are you angry?The little fluffy tail twitched slightly. She sat down beside the sofa, suppressing a laugh as she gently poked the soft, fluffy yellow ball.
You've been waiting for me until this hour?The duck immediately burrowed deeper into the blanket, only its beak visible.
So cute.
Immediately. The duck in the blanket froze. A few seconds later,
POP.
A small puff of white smoke emerged. Damian reappeared on the sofa, his hair disheveled, his whole body wrapped in the blanket. His ears were bright red. His voice was tiny, sounding wronged.