"Clive, look, a snail!"
The two brunets had been out on a walk throughout London; they often did this now that Clive was out of prison, and they'd been enjoying it until the younger duckette made his outburst. Clive, the oldest of the two, had his features pulled into a disgusted expression now as he stomped on the slimy creature, much to Luke's dismay.
"Urgh…disgusting, slimy things." The older brunet mumbled, disgruntled by the whole affair.
"Clive! Why did you do that!? I-is it okay?" Luke demanded, crashing to his knees in order to catch a closer glimpse towards the damage. He winced as the sidewalk caused some of his knees' skin to peel, but shrugged it off to check on the poor snail. The duckette lifted the older man's foot, praying that the snail would be alright after this catastrophe, and it wiggled a bit on the soles of Clive's shoes. Luke smiled with relief, prying the snail off of the shoe, and setting it back on the sidewalk, waving goodbye, then turning to face Clive as he got to his feet. "I'm disappointed in you…" the duckette frowned, "That snail had family and friends! If you killed him—"
"Then his family would end up like mine?" Clive murmured to himself, crossing his arms and averting Luke's gaze that now became downcast.
"I…I didn't mean for it to sound that way, but you don't want anyone else to go through what you did, right? That's why—"
"Killing any kind of animal is immoral—right." Clive sighed, glimpsing back towards the younger brunet. "…You're hurt. See, that's why YOU shouldn't shuffle on your knees in the middle of the sidewalk."
"That snail was in danger! I had to save him!" Luke protested, hands on his hips now. The older duckette chuckled to himself, then grabbed the younger duckette's hand.
"C'mon, let's get that wound of yours fixed up before it gets infected, alright?" The younger brunet brightened up, reciprocating the gesture and nodding.