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On the rare occasion that Karl thinks of Quackity: he thinks of resentment. Because for all he remembers, he can not think of a time where Quackity was anything but resentful. Toward Karl, toward Sapnap, toward the world, toward himself .
He’s a naturally bitter man. He's a lemon: sharp, golden, and disgusting. He's the pips that get stuck in your teeth and the sharp pain when the juice gets in your eye. This is an astute observation: a fact. And Karl does not use that word lightly.
Before Quackity, Karl thinks he liked the colour yellow. Now he associates it with resentment and bitterness and..(golden wings that glow in the shining sun, making pupils dilate and laughter soar).. And spite. Karl thinks of spite.
After Quackity, Karl had doubted he would ever think yellow could be beautiful again. He resented yellow.
But Prime does it look good on Quackity.
And while Karl assumes that the man he is staring at is not actually Quackity (if he had to guess XD has taken Karl somewhere in the future this time, maybe a few thousand years with the advanced technology in the club around him).
Not to mention how he’s even seen lookalikes of his acquaintances from his normal timeline before. Hell, he's seen Quackity lookalikes before—Quackity’s wearing less clothing than this.. angel, no less.
But the man before him. The man before him is not resentful or stupid or pathetically provocative. The man before him is Golden.
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When Karl comes to, the first thing that strikes him is the smell.
There's a sharp stink of something in the air, and Karl doesn't identify it until he breathes in through his mouth. Oh, tobacco. Karl would be able to identify the taste of a cigarette if it were trapped in a tightly sealed prison. The brunette wrinkles his nose when he has a fleeting thought of how badly his lungs must be damaged from all the second-hand smoke he probably experienced because of Quackity. And because of Sapnap, he supposes, who always used to light his friend's cigarette with a wink and an attractive smirk.
Karl is certain he didn't remember that a few seconds ago. He almost wants to strain his mind to try and remember when on earth Sapnap lit Quackity’s cigarette, but then he tells himself that thinking about Quackity too long might give him a brain tumor or something. It's just the type of resentful thing Quackity would do.
He feels the cold next, and he shivers. And then he feels the sharp pain of something digging into his spine. So finally, he opens his eyes. For some reason, he had expected it to be bright. Like he had expected someone to be shining a lamp into his eyes, ready for an interrogation.
Instead, it's muggy. And it takes a few blinks before Karl realizes he's in the middle of a very large bin. There's a material familiar almost framing his body—he's half sure it's called cardboard—and when he sits up in a slight daze he realizes the thing poking into his back was a pair of broken, white sunglasses.
Karl takes his surroundings in with furrowed brows, before realizing he doesn't really wish to be in this large bin anymore.
Through a lot of trial and error, getting his feet stuck in a pile of cans and core muscle strength he definitely doesn't have, Karl manages to flip his way out of the bin and land awkwardly on the concrete beneath.
He lets out a quiet groan as he lands on his elbow, but ultimately makes the decision he isn't going to spend his time in this alleyway crying over his funny bone of all the bones. He maneuvers until he's on his feet, and then immediately gasps when he finally takes in the rest of his surroundings.
It's night, but there's the brightest lights Karl has ever seen outside the alley he resides in. They hang from tall metal poles that cut through the dark. The two buildings next to him—probably once brick, but so covered in painted letters you wouldn't be able to tell—are tall, taller than Lmanberg’s were anyway, and the few windows above him are boarded up.
However, going into the floor there’s a different kind of windows, with metal bars in front of them instead of planks and neon purple light peeking through the translucent glass. He notices that the one nearest to him is slightly longer than the others, and scrutinizes it especially.
As Karl does more and more of these time traveling adventures, he has begun to notice that it is all very.. easy—for lack of a better word. He himself doesn't actually have to do much, he merely has to be present, crack a joke or two, look more into things others don't, etcetera etcetera.
Though nothing in life is ever easy, he supposes, as he remembers only a few nights ago—or, it was a few nights ago for him—where his fiance had gaped at the sight of him coming home like his presence in his own house was astonishing.
So when he sees a slightly longer window he understands that it is a hint: a clue as to where he goes in this bizarre new world.
Sure enough, one of the bricks near the window slides to the side with a loud “clack”, making Karl jump and almost trip over himself. He straightens himself again, before leaning forward to squint as the kohl-lined eye peered up at him.
He recognises that pretty hazel colour..
“Password!” A voice demands through the wall.
He recognises that pretty voice..
Karl sits down on his knees fully as he finally realizes who it is. On the other side of this.. door-wall, is a Sapnap doppleganger.
Therefore, this should be easy: all of Sapnap’s doppelgangers tend to be a bit of a huge simp for a certain time-traveling brunette.
“Oh I uh..” Karl giggles, letting his colourful jumper fall over his wrist until he has a sweater-paw, and then raising it to cover his face as he laughs. “I don't know it.. sorry!”
Sapnap-lookalike’s eyes visibly soften. “I'm uh..” He clears his throat, voice more tender than before. “I'm not supposed to let you in if you don't know it.”
Karl leans forward until his face is only a few inches from what he can now tell is actually a metal slider well-painted to look like a brick in dim lighting. “Really?” He pouts, “I was so hoping to get in..!”
The other looks conflicted. “Well.. I'm really not supposed to-”
Karl moves a slight bit more, and when he speaks he sounds completely sincere. "I promise to make it worth your while..”
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The inside of the wall-room is unlike anything Karl has seen before. It's clearly a club of sorts; bright, loud, and there are so many people he fears he may be trampled were he not desperately clinging on to Sapnap-lookalike's well-toned bicep.
The ravenette laughs at the action, and reaches up to squeeze Karl’s shoulder. “Never been to a place like this before?” He has to speak loudly to be heard over the music.
Karl squints up at him through the smoke and LED’s. “.. Not really.”
He laughs again. “Well this isn't a great first-time place.. In fact, this is a terrible first-time place, why'd you wanna come in so desperately anyway?”
Karl giggles awkwardly, shouting over the music. “You ask a lot of questions.”
“Okay.” He stares directly into Karl’s eyes as he talks, like the idea of looking away may physically wound his pupils, and Karl would be if he said it didn't throw him off a tad. The Sapnap-lookalike continues. “well.. I gotta go back to work, but I'll be off in twenty minutes so we can hang out then, huh?”
Karl makes a mental note to finish this part of the mission in less than twenty minutes. “Sure!” He grins, and the other returns it in full force before disappearing into the crowd.
What a weird guy.
Karl huffs out a sigh of relief, then curls into himself when he realizes he doesn't have anyone to cling onto anymore. He takes in a large gulp of confident air—and then immediately coughs it all out as the fake, atmospheric smoke fills his lungs—which makes him feel slightly better, and nods his head to himself. If anyone could traverse this odd party, he tells himself, it would be me.
After a lot of shuffling and people pressing up to him, he manages to make his way to the wall, where there's a table about half his height. After testing it's stability, he decides it's definitely sturdy enough for him to stand on to survey the room.
However, as soon as he's able to see over the heads of the many people in the room, his eyes are latched on to one person only.
Quackity's lookalike isn't like Sapnap’s, who had been wearing the sort of same things he would wear in Karl’s universe, had the same sort of demeanor, and so on. Instead, he's wearing a sparkly, silver shirt with black slacks and a wide smile.
(Karl won't remember until later, but a smile like that was rare for his Quackity, and whenever he did beam at something like that everyone in the room would have no choice but to smile too. Quackity used to have that effect).
What Karl’s gaze is focused on however, are the glowing wings sparking from his back. They're golden, and he thinks that they must be fluffy, despite the fact it's quite hard to see from this far away. But Karl knows they are. He knows they’d feel like silk against his hands and when he did touch them, it would be hard to want to stop. That's a fact.
His breath has been stolen from him, he realizes when he starts coughing again, but he can't seem to mind too much as soon as he's done he's on his tip toes trying to get another view. The lookalike is standing in the far corner conversing with someone Karl doesn't care to look at. His grin is from where he had been laughing moments prior, but now he's talking. His hands wave around as he talks, and Karl decides he must be really passionate about whatever he's saying. He looks, very simply put, beautiful. Karl thinks he could watch him talk like that forever.
Quackity surveys the room as his companion starts talking in response, nodding along, until he catches sight of the brunette’s gaze. The two make eye contact. And in a sudden swoop Karl feels absolutely disgusting. Gone is the fond smile that made his dimples shine, gone is the happy-tingling feeling that had been sweeping through him.
That man looks identical to Quackity, and he was.. swooning?
Karl feels like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over his head. He's finally awake from his trance, sure, but now he's freezing, and all he wants is to be warm again.
He doesn't realise he’s gaping at the man until the corner of the lookalike’s lips quirk up in amusement. He breaks the intense stare as he turns to his companion to murmur something to him, and then disappears into the crowd as he heads into Karl’s direction.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That's not good. Karl is definitely not in the right state of mind to talk to… Him. To that tyrant. He's not, he can't be. He must be going through one of his muddled moments. Mixing up memories of his fiance with that.. Oh! He can't think of an insult at the moment, that must be another side effect.
As most of Karl’s inner turmoils do, an unfortunate turn of events occurs as he's panicking. A drunk crashes into the very table he's standing on. In the midst of Karl’s “mini breakdown” he must have let the grasp his fingers had on the bricks of the walls behind him soften, as his hand doesn't do much to help him keep his balance.
With an embarrassing yelp he goes hurtling toward the floor, and the people around him scatter as he falls. He clenches his eyes shut, bracing for impact with the floor that never comes.
Whoever's holding him is really warm. He doesn't want to open his eyes.
The body against him shakes with a quiet laugh. “Are you alright sweetheart?” The voice is close to his ear—breath hot on his neck—to avoid being drowned out by the music.
Karl winces, but opens his eyes slowly, immediately making a loud, embarrassed squeak when he notices who it is. “Hi.”
Quackity's lookalike grins—he's so pretty—and then speaks up again with that warm, colgate breath. ”Mornin’.”
Karl quickly scrambles out of his grasp, only feeling more awkward when he notices the height difference between them. Then all of a sudden he's aware of the things he wasn't when on opposite ends of the room: the layer of sweat over the noirettes forehead, and the way his shirt has the first few buttons undone to tease, and how he has an almost unnoticeable amount of eyeliner framing his eye.
“It's the evening.” Karl says, then immediately hates himself.
Quackity's lookalike raises an attractive eyebrow. “I'm sorry then..” he laughs— beautiful beautiful— then pauses. “And you're welcome I suppose.” He glances behind him at the now broken table.
Karl follows his gaze and cringes. “Oops.”
He shrugs as he puts his hands in his pockets, “as long as you can pay for it, I won't mind.”
“Why wouldn't you mind?”
Quackity's lookalike looks confused. “I own this place.. I had assumed that's why you were staring-”
Karl blinks at him, and then gasps. “You- oh I… No, I knew that.” Suddenly, he understands. Why he couldn't drag his eyes away from the lookalike. Why he was led to this club. What he does next. It was all XD, the lookalike must be his next clue. “Ohhh, you own this place.” He sighs in relief.
“And.. You knew that.”
“Yes. Yes I did.”
Quackity's lookalike snorts. “Okay listen, you can ask the staff for my Venmo to pay me back, okay? I gotta go.”
(Venmo?)
Karl has the feeling that Quackity doesnt have to go, he's just decided Karl isn't worth his time. “Wait!”
But the noirette does not wait, and Karl is forced to shove through the crowds to follow him. “Please I.. I have a question." Quackity’s-lookalike pauses, and then gestures for them to walk and talk.
"Well then, I hope I have an answer." He sends Karl a flashy grin, despite the slight annoyance that had been on his face before, and then finally stopping when he reaches the opposite wall. It's near the bar, and the man takes it upon himself to make his own drink from the wrong side of the machine.
"Well.." the brunette pauses, scanning the room in hopes he'd be able to know what to say, before sighing and turning back to the man. "What's.. Your name?"
The Quackity-lookalike hesitates, shoulders tensing and fists clenching, before he's back to normal again, laughing it off and giving Karl a look he can't quite place.
"Well, you'll have to earn yourself that answer, mon amour." he winks as he leans against the wall, and Karl blushes. Oh.
Karl doesn't know what to say to this man. Usually XD gives him more than this, the other being more enthusiastic or a mission he can carry through. But this man.. He’s just looking Karl up and down like he wants to lay him down and eat him for breakfast.
"You look like a hooker. Y‘wearin’ the colours for it.”
Karl is not expecting that to be the way the silence between them was broken—he's usually the one filling silences—and he swallows down the urge to choke on his own breath at the others words.
"Well.. I'm not." he tries to ignore the way that the Quackity-lookalike is clearly checking him out, making him feel a bit hot and uncomfortable. (Because he's nervous, not because he likes it.)
The man tuts, "shame, you would be a good hooker."
Karl decides he hates this, apparently this lookalike’s personality does not match his pretty face. "Thank you?"
The Quackity-lookalike laughs, gesturing for the guy who just appeared behind the bar to make him another drink. "You're weird."
Karl opens his mouth.
"If you say thank you again I'll throw you out."
Karl closes his mouth.
The Quackity-lookalike snorts.
"So, what else do you want?"
Karl blinks, "who said I wanted anything?" he asks, watching as the man throws back an entire glass in one go. (Karl is confused as to how the man isn't at least a little bit more tipsy. Or maybe he just always acts tipsy, so you can never tell when he actually is. Although what you would benefit from that, Karl isn't actually sure.)
"You still being here, if you don't want something else, leave."
Well okay then. Karl hesitates, then nods. "Right.. Well I have another question." Does he?
"You’re nosy." he comments.
Karl pulls a face, "I try." he earns himself another laugh. (A laugh that doesn't make Karl feel all fuzzy inside. Honestly, maybe he should check his temperature when he gets home, this man is making him feel something... familiar. And not in a bad way.)
"Alright, I'll answer your question on one condition."
Karl nods, "okay."
"Kiss me."
Karl blanches, "excuse me?"
"I said.. Kiss me, and I'll tell y' whatever you want to know."
"Even your name?"
"Even my name."
Karl shakes his head. "No.. I'm not, I can't.."
The Quackity-lookalike shrugs, "okay, then I'm not telling you anything."
Karl pauses, blinking rapidly before taking a deep breath. "But I.." he thinks of Sapnap, and something else he can't quite put his finger on. "I can't.." he thinks of his library filled with scribbled paper and spilled ink. "I'm not.." he thinks of the inbetween.
He cringes inwardly as a question finally comes to mind, "fine."
Quackity-lookalike grins, then notices someone behind Karl. "Great! Just one sec."
Karl scowls at being dismissed so quickly, before the man Quackity-lookalike is gesturing over comes into view, and he pauses. He looks just like none other than Wilbur Soot, but...
In a leotard.
That's an image forever grained into Karl's memory, thank Prime for forgetfulness. Though, from what he knows of Wilbur, he can't say he's surprised one of his great-great grandchildren ended up looking like… that.
"The actual hooker is here!" Quackity-lookalike cheers, Karl chokes.
The Wilbur-lookalike smirks, barely sparing a look to Karl before he's wandering toward them suggestively. "You ready for a good time?" he asks the ravenette.
"Always, just one sec." The Quackity-lookalike smiles lustfully at him, Karl shivers.
He turns to him and looks at Karl expectantly, until he realises he's waiting for the kiss. He takes an awkward step forward, before planting a soft kiss on the man's cheek.
The Wilbur-lookalike snorts.
The Quackity-lookalike scowls.
"Wrong."
Karl takes a step back, "what do you mean wrong? I kissed you."
"Wrong! Do it again for at least five seconds, on. the. lips."
Karl gives him a look, crossing stubborn arms across his chest. "No way. I already kissed you!"
"Bullshit." he scowls.
"Pussy." Wilbur murmurs gleefully, they both ignore him.
"Kiss me again, at least five seconds on the lips, then I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
Karl goes to say no again, before something in him realises it would be futile. He debates again for another second, before huffing and taking one more step forward.
"Five seconds only." he says firmly, and the Quackity-lookalike nods with an emerging smile, a contrast to his former scowl. "And I'm not kissing you again after, promise. I don't care if I 'do it wrong' in some way. I won't."
"Yes sir." he licks his lips.
Karl hesitates before some part of him says 'YOLO' and he's leaning in. (Karl can't remember the last time he thought YOLO.)
The other’s lips taste of alcohol, a sensation Karl is not enjoying as much as he would if it were Sapnap’s lips, and they move quickly and expertly. Karl only realises he's enjoying himself 3.45 seconds in however, and it's with this realisation that he loses count.
But here's a thing he hadn't expected: Karl does not care.
Because despite the bitter taste of cheap alcohol, the way Karl's throat is still sore from the horrid air, and the eyes of Wilbur that he is still slightly aware of: he is enjoying himself.
Correction, Karl is so incredibly happy. Fact.
He hates this, he thinks, and then he leans in for more. This is good , this is the missing piece. There's still something off, something he can't quite place, but it feels like this entire time he's been staring at a 750-piece puzzle when the box said 1000. And finally, finally, he's seeing the entire picture.
And it's overwhelmingly picturesque. This is what he's needed: all those night lying in bed with Sapnap as he felt cold, despite the blaze-born being a ‘human furnace’; the feeling of loneliness whenever he was washing the dishes, a random one–but it comes to mind; staring at the bottle of painkillers in the bathroom cabinet in confusion, knowing that Sapnap insists medicine is for pussies (“why would i take pills when i can just drink a healing potion?”) and Karl can't take tablets.
There's a chuckle against his lips, and then he feels warm hands on his chest trying to push him away. No, Karl is thinking—maybe saying— No, no, no. He needs more. There's a door in his mind and he's only just gotten the key; he can't let it slip out of his grasp again.
Karl is finally letting himself try to remember.
For ages he's been sitting on the floor of the escape room, not picking one of the three doors, knowing he can't fail if he doesn't try. But Karl wants to win, he realizes that now, he's ready to throw himself off the deep end, ready to turn the key in the lock, ready to lose with the hope of winning. He just needs more time.
It feels like an internal battle of tug and war. Like one side of his mind is building a wall while on the other he's tearing one down. He wants to fight, to try and remember, to drown himself in this feeling until it finally comes to mean something.
And then he's shoved away from the kiss. And the door is opened.
Their lips detach, and Quackity’s eyelids flutter as he finally comes to. He stares at Karl in exquisite shock, lips parted and eyes wide. “You just kissed me.” He says. He's breathless, and Karl feels anxiety rise in his chest as he's not quite sure what that means.
“Oh.. Oh heck—shit! I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to I swear I–”
But Quackity is grinning, and Karl’s rambling stutters to a stop. Oh my, he's so pretty. “Yikes.” The noirette mumbles offhandedly, then he grabs the back of Karl’s neck in an action that's far too attractive to be real and pushes their lips together again–
“Is he okay?” He isn't quite sure who that voice is, but it plays like a distant melody over the music pounding against his skull.
–Both of their quiet giggles fill the kiss as they finally separate. The windowsill digs into Karl's back but he can't bring himself to care, he's half sure he may be high with how happy he is. High on serotonin maybe; if anyone would cause a thing like that it would be the man before him.
Quackity goes to lean in again, but Karl reluctantly stops him with a hand on his chest. “I need to go.” He whispers slowly, and Quackity’s grin falls to a smile.
“Right.”
Karl slowly (grudgingly) swings a leg over to the other side of the open window, foot brushing against a tree he's climbed down so many times. He smiles in satisfaction as he thinks how pissed Schlatt would be if he knew how his fiance’s secret mistress was escaping every night—down the very tree he planted as a symbol of his and Quackity’s “love”. Karl calls Bullshit. He's sure Schlatt isn't capable of such a thing, Quackity would berate him if he said so out loud though.
“Same time next week?” Said noirette beams that beautiful countenance he always seems to wear around Karl, leaning against the window sill as the brunette chambers into the tree. He looks like a true Juliet, Karl thinks, and he now understands why Romeo so willingly drank the poison.
“Anything for you Angel.” He stretches up to stroke a finger over the smaller’s smile, barely hesitating before pressing their lips together for a final time that night–
“Hey.. Hey! Breathe with me okay.. Is he choking? What's going on?” There's shuffling, and Karl’s half aware of hands grasping on to his hoodie sleeves as his legs collapse beneath him.
–their kiss breaks off in breathless giggles as Sapnap runs over with a hyperbolic battle cry, he collides with Quackity’s body and the two goes tumbling to the floor.
“Nobody kisses my Karl!” Sapnap roars, though it's clearly affectionate as the two writhe through their laughter. Karl stumbles back as his stomach lights up in pain from laughing too hard. Too hysteric to dare to help, and it seems Quackity's in a similar situation—only he's incapable of fighting back.
“N-no please-!” His laugh is loud and earnest as Sapnap digs his fingers into his sides, realizing the other’s weakness.
“Karl, he's ticklish!” He shouts in excitement, hair flying around his dirty bandana as he turns to the brunette. Karl finally recovers enough from his giggles to stumble over to them, fingers out with intention.
Sapnap’s attacks had ceased slightly as he had shouted, giving Quackity a break, but the man immediately tries to wriggle out of the ravenette’s grasp when he notices Karl coming. “No! No!” He repeats as Sapnap sparks up his tickling again at the reminder of what he's supposed to be doing.
Karl falls to the floor next to them and immediately joins in on the attack, the three going on like that for a good few minutes before having to separate from lack of air in laughing too hard.
Karl continues on from the conversation they had been having before being interrupted, “I'm going to guess this means we can all be fiances then?” He has a cheeky smile on his face.
“Yes.” Quackity sighs through his smile, “we can be a polygon.”
Sapnap nods along, jokingly reluctant.
Karl grins, and launches himself at the two, arms wide in hopes of a hug. Both of them “oof” in unison, but accept his affection with synonymous smiles. The brunette wants to say something—express his adoration for the two men before him, but decides nothing he could say would be accurate to the pure emotion he feels in this moment. “Cool.”
He giggles at himself, pressing a quick peck on both of his fiance’s lips–
“Can I have some water, please?” This voice is in a shout, and the arms around him have begun to assemble into some form of hug. “Now!”
–Karl wacks Quackity on the arm gently as they pull away from the kiss, a faux-annoyed expression on his face. “You're distracting me.”
The noirette wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh yeah I am baby, it's a talent.”
Karl snorts in disbelief, turning away from where his fiance is perched on their kitchen counter—making him taller than Karl for once, causing the noirette to cheer in adorable excitement (he hadn't appreciated being called adorable)—and back to the kitchen sink, where he was cleaning their plates from dinner.
“You're ridiculous.”
Quackity just hums, grabbing Karl’s chin so they make eye contact. “Ridiculously distracting.” He grins, pressing their lips together once more–
“Oh my god..” That's a new voice, Karl thinks, but it still seems familiar somehow. “Is he okay?”
“He will be.” There's a grunt, and then Karl can feel something cold pressed against his skull. “Hey, remember to breathe, okay?”
–”you're okay..” Karl presses one more kiss to his fiance’s sweaty face, trying to keep quiet as he's aware of their third fast asleep next to them. “It was just a nightmare.”
Quackity’s eyes blink rapidly as he takes in where Karl’s looking over him in their bed, the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally falling. “Oh.”
Karl smiles reassuringly. “You're okay, my love, my angel . You have me.”
Quackity’s tense expression falls into something akin to relief, and Karl imagines the metaphor of his love pushing away all the shadows of Quackity’s past. He hopes he will always be here to scare them away.
The noirette inhales deeply through his nose, and nods. “I love you.”
That's the first time he's said that, Karl thinks. He's unable to help the grin spreading across his cheeks. The brunette has proclaimed his love for his two a million and one times before, but Quackity’s shadows have always kept his mouth bound tightly shut. “Love you too.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss his soon-to-be-husband once more–
“That's it.. Drink up.” There's a liquid being poured down his throat, and he's half aware of himself gulping it up like a starved dog. “You're going to be fine, swear on my life.”
–they seperate from the kiss as Quackity turns to wrap his blazer around himself, shivering at the item’s cold interior. “I'll be gone for a while.” He says, stretching his fingers as they escape the sleeves.
Karl pouts, leaning against the doorway to the hall. “Oh, why? I'll miss you.”
Quackity grins, and despite how many times Karl has seen it it still sparks up the butterflies in his stomach. “Secret project. It's all for us though sweetheart, once it's done we're all going to be fine, I swear.”
“I’d rather have my fiance than some dumb project.” Karl pouts. But Quackity shakes his head, “this one will be worth it Karl, promise. I have big plans.”
Karl can practically see the adrenaline sparking down Quackity’s fingers, pumping through his veins. He knows his fiance is a worker by heart, he always needs a new project, he always needs to be doing something. Unlike Karl he gets restless sitting around the house all day, despite the many fiances he has to cuddle with. So he knows he has to let Quackity go for these next few weeks, let him work his magic.
(Besides, knowing the younger’s incredible talents, it almost definitely will be worth it—Karl is just impatient).
“Okay, love.” Karl steps away from the door to envelope his lover in a final hug. “Come home if you need anything.”
Quackity snorts at the idea of needing someone, but nods. “‘Course.” He pulls away from the hug to smile at Karl, reaching up on his tiptoes to grab his face. “I love you.” He presses a final kiss to Karl’s lips.
“You're going to be fine.”