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Patriot
The snow's settling in, dusting every roof with a thin layer of white. It's freezing cold out but nevertheless he sees his citizen and spy, Slimecicle out on the streets. "Slime!" He hollers "Get back inside, you're gonna freeze out here!".
He sees the goopy man nod and skip away into one of the many establishments present in Las Nevadas. He sighs shaking his head, "I should get a tracker on him or something" and walks away from the balcony and inside the warm comforts of his office.
"Snowchester has expanded its territory over the bridge," Fundy reports to him moments prior to his interaction with Slimecicle "They've claimed ownership of the skies above the edges of our borders".
Quackity sighs, too much on his mind and so little time to get it all out of his head. And that's when he heard a noise, a soft click barely audible to anyone who dull their senses, after it came the pitter patter of footsteps and he found himself staring at a red stained sweater and bandage wrapped arm. "Big Q!" Came a cheerful greeting from the other.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling greatly before looking up to meet eyes with the nuisance who has, once again, barged into his office "I thought I locked the doors?". Wilbur smiles "And you thought that would stop me?" eyes glinting with mischief, he guesses that's where Tommy and Wilbur bonded. Mischievousness runs in the family, he supposes.
"What do you want?" He asks him, slumping down in his chair "You better spit it out before I call security" he warns him. "Oh I know you won't do that Q," Wilbur counters "Besides," he sits on his table "It's a bit boring here without me don't you think?".
Quackity scoffs "Fuck off Wilbur" fixing himself up on the chair "This is getting old don't you think?" he says, taking papers and arranging them by order of date. Wilbur seems to have gotten upset by his little quips and decides to do change things a bit today "Quackity," he calls "look at me".
It was his mistake
He can't even blame it in the man who called him himself
He knew it was a bad idea from the start
Doom awaited him
And doom he met
"Aw, Q" Wilbur coos "Scared of me now?" He asks
Two rings held by a string, dangling from the other's fingers as they dance swaying together slowly "I thought you would notice but," Wilbur starts "I guess I was wrong".
"How did you get that-" Quackity questions him, failing in his attempt to snatch them back only for Wilbur to pull it up higher than he could reach "Ah, ah, ah!" Wilbur teases, finger wagging side to side "Let's make a deal Q," he smiles "If you want them back you better give me something new to play with, otherwise I'd get bored".
"You-" Quackity grits his teeth "Fine". Opening the drawers of his table he takes out a bag of gold nuggets and offers it to the other "Hmm," he hears him hum "I don't think money will do Quackity" he says "I want something else".
"What?" He sighs frustratingly, a hand on his face rubbing on his forehead. "I believe I do have something I want in mind, but I don't think you'd be willing to give it" Wilbur tells him "Unless of course, if you really want to get these trinkets back then I think there's the possibility- the chance that I could get it" he says with a grin on his face and Quackity could feel nothing but a sense of danger from those words.
Wilbur could want anything, ownership, accessibility, citizenship, or even a position if he wishes so and he knows Quackity would give it. How could he not? Those rings though bring him nothing but bitterness, hold precious memories and even more precious promises he somewhat hopes could still be fulfilled.
"What is it, Wilbur?" He asks the latter, and he receives the smile of a criminal because what he says next should be held against him in court "I want a kiss, Quackity". Prime arrest this man. "N-no!" He stutters.
Wilbur laughs "Come on big Q, don't you want your rings back? Or have you moved on from them, hm?" Silence met Wilbur's question and his smile grows ever so wide "Right then!" His cheerful tone returning "I'm waiting Quackity".
He's done this before, he knows Wilbur knows it too. They've done this before.
He didn't want to do it again.
"Keep them" the words felt like acid burning his tongue as he spat them "I moved on". A lie. "You were right, I wasn't willing to give you what you want" he tells him "Are we done here yet?" He glares at the man with the question "Or do I need security to escort you out of my country?".
Wilbur's calm and cheery facade breaks, "Q!" He breathes out accusingly "You're joking aren't you?" his brows furrowing "I know you still love them Quackity". Wilbur's words hit as a reminder but a welcome one, if it meant getting rid of him all the best. "Quackity don't think you can control me, I have the leverage here!".
Quackity gives him a bored look, his face expressionless "Go home Wilbur," and focuses back on his papers "Unless you don't have one then..." He flips a page, seemingly inspecting it "...I guess you'll just have to go back to hell".
Just as Wilbur was about to take any action towards him, two pairs of arms grab him and drag him out his office "Big Q! I know you still love them! Don't lie to me!" he watches Wilbur thrash in their hold until the door closes and he was left alone again.
"Oh I do," he whispers to no one but himself "but I don't have to prove that to you if you already believe it enough to be true" and at that he smiles, knowing his lovers may never hear it from him. It makes him powerful in a way, having to hold onto something without anyone knowing and making others try to reach him instead of him reaching out to them. "I love them, so so much" he puts the papers down, satisfied with his work "It hurts".