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apple juice | lil!karl & cg!quackity

lil! karl + cg!quackity :)

i mean i wouldn't say cg more like big but yk

plot: quackity interacts with babie karl for the first time. awkward yet sweet fluff ensues~

lowkey this is the scrapped draft for a different fic i had for this pairing that i turned drastically different lolz anyways-

cw: none !

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Quackity was sitting at the kitchen island in the dark with his laptop. It wasn't at the most conventional time being, but around there, factoring in his profession, on top of schoolwork, on top of roommates with the similar profession, it was acceptable.

At least one of his roommates were currently streaming, and a good-portion of them simply being locked in their room for the rest of the night, meaning the house dead-silent.

He was used to being the last one awake anyway, or, last one to go to their room at least. It wasn't anything unusual, a fact, actually, for Quackity to be found staking the kitchen commons at this hour. With his claims of "It's too hot," or "It gets fuckin' stuffy" in his room, which to his credit, is true.

Little Karl failed to remember this fact.

Quackity knows about the man's regression, everyone living with him knows about his regression, but Karl has never expressed a need for company of any kind, so no one bothered him. Even if he wished otherwise, (which he did,) he didn't have it in him to bring it up with his roommates.

That didn't stop him from carelessly stumbling into the kitchen, with his light purple dino onesie on and matching paci in his mouth.

"Oh, hey, Karl-- Karl?"

In his defence, he thought everyone was fast asleep.

"Shit-- sorry, are you.. are you little right now?"

He gets a reluctant and timid nod as a response, Karl trying his hardest to cover his eyes with his messy strands of hair. The man ducks his head down, simply refusing to make eye contact.

"Cool, uh.. how- how old are you, bud?"

He pauses. Not to think, but to question whether or not he should respond, if so, truthfully.

Karl reluctantly takes out his paci, not even daring enough to remove his stare at the floor, "Uhm.. 'm four."

The other nods, unsure of where to go next, "Uh- I guess I'll.. I'll leave you to it."

An awkward, prolonged silence filled the air, the only sounds occupying the time being was Karl's ruffling through the kitchen pantry (with the intention of stalling, probably,) and the occasional clacking of Quackity's keyboard.

Once the boy gets to the counter, (facing away from Quackity. He couldn't have the thought of him be so obliviously present,) with all the appropriate material, he's almost done. All he needs to do now, is to pour his apple juice into his sippy. Successfully.

"You want some help with that, kiddo?"

Karl flushes, the colour pink rushing to his already rosy enough cheeks. Whilst a part of him desperately craves to allow himself to be helped, a much more stubborn version of him comes out first,

"I got it, 'm a big boy."

The other squints his eyes, watching painfully as he sees the boy spill juice all over the counter. Before it could get to his computer, he pushed to the side and got up,

"I know you are, but even sometimes big boys need help with some things. Like pouring juice into a cup! Even I spill sometimes when I'm sleepy."

Karl seems absolutely astonished by the fact. "Really?" He slurs, pure innocence and genuine curiosity seeping out of his eyes, Quackity holds back a coo due to the fact.

"I would know. I'm super good at pouring and spilling."

The brunette, as much as tried to hide it, simply beams. He eagerly pushes his sippy cup towards Quackity, highly anticipating this one little thing like there's no tomorrow.

Still, Quackity chuckles, glad little Karl is warming up to him.

A silence falls over the two, but this time, it isn't uncomfortable or awkward. Quackity is charmed by Karl's innocent mesmerization by the completion of such a mundane task, he feels proud, to say the least.

He could get used to this dynamic.

After he's all done, ("There we go, the most finest juice de pomme, my liege." Earning a giddy "Thankie!" from the boy,) Quackity goes back and tends to his now seemingly dreadful editing, and Karl heads back to his room with a sippy fully of apple juice, but he stops halfway there,

"Uhm Q?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Do you wanna watch cartoons with me?"

"Only if it's Steven Universe."

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another chapter done!!

gosh i love lil!karl n cg!quackity so much expect more writes of these two jeezzz

n i'm 3 days late but happy birthday karl!! he's so swag get it 23

{710 words}

[finished writing may 10, 2021]
[published july 22, 2021]