The Park - Saturday Night

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Finally, the work on the paper was finished and the final draft had been submitted. Wilson decided it was worth celebrating this monumentus achievement with some fresh air and some tea out in the park. He was sad to find that most of the ducks had already headed out for the winter but settled on the bench he and Aziraphale quietly thought of as theirs and stretched his legs out in front of him.

Pouring himself some tea into the lid of the thermos, Wilson blew softly on the warm brew as he stared out across the pond, wondering just what it had looked like, all coffee filled.

[ooc: And I have returned from vacation! Open for all your park needs!]

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He hadn't been to the park at night in far too long. Saigo walked the perimeter of the pond, as if he were a night watchman making his rounds.

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Wilson was perhaps a bit surprised to see a loan duck out and about but he was also pleased. This might mean that Phale would have at least one duck to feed through the winter, which he knew would make the angel happy.

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Saigo had seen humans wave a limb at each other in greeting, so he tried that. He had to then frantically flap his wings once to regain his balance. Perhaps the leg was the wrong limb.

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Blink.

It almost looked as if that duck had...noooh...couldn't be.

Wait, Fandom...just about anything was possible right? And, well there had been Snookums after all so...

With a gentle shrug, Wilson waved back towards the duck.

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Ah, well at least the message had gotten across. Hmm, the human had waved one of those useless wings. What did they call them? Ah yes, arms. He'd have to remember that.

//Hello.//

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//Quack//

Was what Wilson heard as unfortunately, he did not have Aziraphale's ability to *hear* Saigo, nor did he have any other sort of abilities but it did seem to be a friendly noise and...well, did seem directed towards him so he cleared his throat and nodded in return.

"Um, good evening."

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//I hope you are well human.// Saigo quacked, stopping in front of Wilson.

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Well, sentances were going to be a bit more difficult to interpret and after a sip of his tea, Wilson went with a response he hoped would cover all the bases.

"It is a nice night, isn't it? Not going south for the winter I take it?"

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Saigo was used to the language barrier and as long as things remained friendly, had no problems with any misinterpretations.

//Yes it is nice. Rather quiet though. My flock has already left, without me sadly.// He looked around, then sat. //But I've never seen winter, and I am intruiged.//

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Did ducks drink tea? Wilson didn't know and he didn't have a scone but he felt like he should at least offer, so he refilled the lid of the thermos and set it down at duck level.

"I hope it doesn't get to lonesome for you but you should be careful if it gets cold and snowy." Wilson advised...then realized he was giving advice to a duck.

"Err, well... I imagine Aziraphale will keep an eye out for you. He's very fond of ducks."

To himself, Wilson idly wondered what would happen if the angel insisted upon making their bathtub into an impromptu duck pond.

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Saigo tried the liquid in the container, and found it, interesting. He normally only drank water, and cold at that, but this was, rather pleasant actually.

He listened to the human's advice carefully. Afterall, they did not migrate and would probably know how to handle the coming climate change.

//Thank you.// he quacked, both for the tea, and the concern.

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"You're welcome." Wilson said, as that seemed to be the thing to say and then he settled down to share the quiet of the evening with the friendly fowl.