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Quackity adjusted his tie, gulping down his internal fear. Was it internal? He was shaking from head to toe and sweat was hidden by his beanie. He was scared for this day if he had to be totally honest. He never expected anything like this to happen after they'd won the election.
Tubbo then knocked on the door and yelled to the fellow teenager, "Quackity, you gotta hurry up! Everyone's getting impatient."
"S-Sorry! I'll be out in a minute!" Quackity mustered up the words as he quickened his pace.
He looked back in the full-body mirror and straightened his suit. He re-adjusted his beanie once more, making sure his half-visible hair looked good. Quackity took a few deep breaths before turning towards the door.
Was this really what he wanted? What if he would regret it for the rest of his life?
He took one last deep breath before walking out, trying to ignore all the eyes on him.
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He felt a cold, sharp pain across his face. He looked back up at his husband, seeing his hand settle back to his side.
"Don't. You. DARE. Talk back to me."
Quackity trembled in his place, "Y-Yes, Sir-"
"Am I clear?!"
"Yes, Sir!"
The ram pushed the duck hybrid out of his way, "Now get out of my office!"
Quackity regained his balance and quickly scrambled out of the President's office. He leaned against the closed door and exhaled out of relief, he was thankful that was all Schlatt did to him today. Last week, he was too clingy to his intoxicated husband, resulting in a dislocated wrist. But he still loved him, how could he not?
"Quackity?" Tubbo looked over at the older, concerned like always.
"Tubbo, unless you have work to give to Schlatt, you shouldn't be here." The ravenette told the younger not wanting him to get hurt as he did.
"Uh, no, actually. I just finished all the paperwork Schlatt gave me and I was going to go for a short break at Niki's bakery." He explained, "I was wanting to ask if you wanted to come along?"
Quackity rubbed his wounded shoulder that would surely be bruised the next day, "No thanks, Tubbo. I was just heading home."
"Oh, okay." Tubbo smiled at him, "Have a good rest of your day, then!" The boy walked away, oblivious to his friend's pain.