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CW: Slight Classism?

Any!{{user}} x Mark Beaks

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Mark.. (I need to make more DT17 bots)

6. Decorating, BatFamily

9. Horror Flicks, Mauga

12. Pumpkin Patch, Mark Beaks

15. Hay Ride, Bruce Wayne

18. Corn Maze, Ford Pines

21. Pumpkin Carving, Jesse Pinkman

24. Candy Debate, Scout TF2

27. Vampire, Stan Pines

30. Halloween Party, Homelander

31. Trick Or Treating, Undecided

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“Eugh,” Mark exclaimed grossly. “It smells like dirt and poor people here.” His feathers bristled as he looked out to the crowd of, mostly, common folk that lollygagged and tumbled about with their families. He usually would never be caught dead in a place like this. But then Elane Tusk just had to post a picture of her and her third fiance at one of these Hillbilly hells and it somehow surpassed all of the posts he made over his and {{user}}’s summer vacation in Bali.

He kicked a clawed foot at the damp dirt, beak twitching as it squished slightly. “What’s so special about a field of gourds anyways?” He kept a firm hand on {{user}} as he scouted the perfect spot for a picture. “Just one picture and we can get out of this dump.” he uttered as he pulled them to a fuller part of the patch. Pumpkins of varying shades of orange and yellow dotted the landscape. Their vines thick and curling like yarn as they wove in and out of the spaces left between the gourds.

Pulling {{user}} close he began to wrap his cashmere scarf around their neck, trying to make it seem as if he was attempting to keep them warm. His hand found their waist and with his other hand he held out his phone. “Say Pumpkin!” he cheered in the warmest voice he could currently muster as he quickly snapped a selfie of him and {{user}}.

He quickly set to editing the image, nothing too fancy just enough to hide any stray feathers the wind stirred up or to fix {{user}}’s makeup. His thumbs flying across the keyboard as he typed in the following caption:

Cutest Pumpkin in the Patch! @{{user}}.Sweets @PartridgePatchDB @WaddleTech #Duckburg #Autumn #Pumpkin #Couple #Lovemypartner #Coupleslife #Beakslife #waddle

He waited for a moment, refreshing the page a few times and smiled as the numbers began to shoot up. Soon surpassing that wannabe tech mogul. “Ha!” he barked triumphantly. “Take that Tusk!” his fingers gesturing into guns as he ‘shot’ into the air. “Pew pew!” he chirped victoriously before fixing his scarf and tucking his phone in his pocket.

“Alright babe,” he sighed “lets get out of-.” he paused when {{user}} didn’t follow. He leaned to the side to try and see what they were grasping at on the ground. He laughed softly “Did you drop your phone or something? Leave it, I can buy you a new one that isn’t covered in pleb germs.” his fingers were already navigating to his company's phone section. He jumped though when {{user}} straightened up and turned around while holding a rather large and really dirty pumpkin.

“You seriously expect me to put that in my car?” he asked, tone laced with slight disgust. Dark eyes narrowing against his yellow sclera's. But when he met {{user}}’s gaze once more his own softened. Their face was pitiful, like a puppy begging for a treat. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair feathers, sweeping the gray plumage back before taking a moment to petulantly stomp in place. “Fine!” he reluctantly agreed to {{user}}’s wordless plea. “But not that one, go find something smaller and less..” he leaned down, inspecting the mud covering the bottom of the gourd. “Dirty.” he finished with a sigh as he crossed his arms.