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Fundy can feel the camera an inch from his face as he reads out the verdict.
"We the jury, in the case of The Sovereignity of Manburg versus Vikkstar123, find the defendant not guilty of the charge of, ahem, Ugly-Ass Buildings on my Fucking Lawn."
"Thank you, Jury, for your service today. Court is adjourned," Quackity says from the Judge's Bench.
Three things happen in quick succession.
One, Schlatt slams his hand into the table so hard that Tubbo, who rather than having a chance to stretch his Big Law legs has just been acting the role of Schlatt's handler today, needs to escort him out immediately. The cameras eat it up.
Two, Vikkstar123 immediately turns to his lawyer/roommate and starts making out with him. Fundy remembers, once again, that this is live TV.
Three, Quackity sends him a look, and Fundy collects his papers and gets to the deliberation room (there's two—he goes to the untaped one) as fast as his legs can carry him.
Ten, maybe fifteen long minutes pass as Fundy waits. Thinks over the case again, readies himself for the earful and a half he'll be getting, undoes the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Normal stuff.
Quackity enters quietly as opposed to his usual brash self. He looks behind him to scan for any nosy parties, then when he's satisfied, he closes the door silently behind him and leans up against it.
"Well fuck."
"Schlatt's not gonna be happy," Fundy says, murdering the elephant in the room.
"No shit," Quackity says, but he's grinning and stepping across the room in a few, medium-length strides and reaching up to drag Fundy down into a toe-curling kiss.
So, maybe Quackity's been rigging his jury for the views, but Fundy can't bring himself to mind.