《Why me? // Quackbur(Tnt duo)》-8-
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Can I come in? "I heard Karl ask.
"I'm sure you just come in." Q answered him. A little hesitantly. "Do you want a drink?" Q asked him afterwards. "Gladly. Some water would be great. ". Said Karl., OK, I'll be right back." Q said quickly and seemed to be walking into the kitchen. I heard it briefly. Clang and curse him. I had to chuckle sometimes Quackity is such a clumsy guy. The room I was sitting in had a connecting door to the kitchen. Without thinking too much, I got up and walked to the door.
Quackity was behind the kitchen counter and seemed to be doing something. In any case, he didn't see me .. I had to smile. I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He twitched. briefly together nothing else happened either. He seemed to be ignoring me. All right if he wants it that way .. I leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Why are you ignoring me darling?" I noticed how a shiver ran down his spine. Good ... "Get off of me!" He whined. I just ignored it. I lifted him up under his arms with a jerk and set him down on the counter. I pushed myself between my legs ... Wilbur, what is the?" Quackity asked something. unsettled. I didn't say and kiss him. At first he was confused - but then kissed back. We. became more passionate, until suddenly something rumbled behind us. We both turned around. Behind us stood Karl. "Wilbur, what the hell are you doing with Quackity, get away from him immediately." said Karl angrily. "Why should I?" I asked him. If looks could kill I would probably be dead by now. "You have nothing to do with him, but I'm engaged to him." Karl got louder. "Why don't you just leave me alone?" We were engaged, yes. But that doesn't change the fact that you just left me and built a new country without me. " Quackity spoke up. Tears welled up in his eyes. I hugged him closer to me. Karl was silent. There was an uncomfortable silence. Until Karl suddenly turned around and you could hear the front door slam. ,, - Snif "I looked next to me. Big tears ran down Quackity's face, "Hey, everything is fine." I hugged him. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, I just wanted to make him jealous." He looked me in the eye. I could see deep suffering and pain in them. "It's okay ... I think." he said in a tearful voice. I had to smile, "What's funny now?" he asked me. "Oh, you're just cute." teased him, "Oh shut up idiot." he said, but had to smile too. "Come on, let's go to sleep." I said. With a jerk I lifted him bridal style and ran up. Of course, Q had to complain. "Hey, what's this going to be?" asked he. I just ignored him.
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At the top I threw him on the bed. And leaned over him, "Good night." With these words I kissed his forehead and wanted to leave the room. When I noticed how he was holding my sleeve, "Please stay." I had to smile again. "Okay, but only because it's you." I turned off the light and lay down with him. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and pressed his head into my chest. I pulled the covers over us and closed my eyes. Shortly afterwards I fell asleep too.
The next morning I was woken up by a knock on the door. I was about to get up, but Quackity held me back, "Don't go." he muttered half asleep. Sweet. ,, Sweetie, I have to turn, but if you want I can piggyback you. " he just nodded. So I got up and went to the other side of the bed. He straightened up slowly. I felt how he wrapped his legs around me. We, or I, ran the stairs. I opened the door. Ranboo was standing outside and was just as surprised as I was. ,, Hi Ranboo, how are you? " I asked to break the silence between us. ,, Ä-um- um well, thank you. And you or you? " he asked uncertainly. "Yes, too. Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't you be with Tubbo and Michael? " I asked. ,, Well, yeah but I was asked if I could tell you that there is another meeting at 8pm. " he said. I noticed how Q was starting to grumble, "Thanks man but I think I have to take Q back to the bedroom." I replied. "Well then, have fun." with these words he turned and left. I still looked after him. I went back into the apartment, but as I hadn't planned to go to the bedroom instead, I sat him on the couch and sat next to it. I felt Quackity sit back on my lap and wrap his arms around me. He really was a completely different person than usual. Not that it bothered me, on the contrary, but when he is awake he will deny everything again.
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Around noon, Q started moving, "H-huh where am I?" asked and looked around sleepily. When our eyes met, he turned red. He was about to get up, but I held him back. "Oh come on, you lay on top of me for half the day, so the rest of it doesn't bother me either." He got even redder. "Shut up." he exclaimed indignantly. But he stayed where he was. "Now what?" he asked with his head turned to the window, "Well, I need your help." I said. He rolled his eyes, "And what?" he asked not so enthusiastically. "I'm looking for the artifacts, and the book, they say, should be in the possession of a player." I said. "Yes, that's right. Let me guess, you don't know who has the book do you? " slowly this is becoming Creepy. ,, Yes, exactly, and since you seem to know everything, you surely know who has it, don't you? " I joked around. He remained emotionless. "Yes, I actually know that." he replied monotonously. Ok OK WHAAT ?! ,, How do you know? Are you a god or something? " I asked. "Something like that, but that doesn't matter. What are you planning now?" he asked further, "All right, then I'll explain the plan to you now ..."
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