Redemption's Overrated

12. Trust?

TW: None! You guys get some fluff today :D
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I glance up from the sword I'm sharpening to the doorway leading into my room. "Hey babe, what's up?"

Quackity smiles brightly, readjusting his beanie. His outfit matches it, just a navy blue jacket and some jeans instead of the suit he's been wearing. "Not much! How are you?"

"I'm doing pretty well. My hangover's stopped being such a b*tch." I set the sword aside, the black material glistening in the light. Schlatt finally gave me some better gear besides the crossbow I used yesterday. I haven't been able to enchant it yet, but it's definitely on my to-do list. "What brings you here?"

"Just wanted to see you." He walks over and plops down on the bed next to me.

"... alright, who did you murder and where did you hide the body?"

"NO ONE! I didn't murder anyone, I swear." He holds his hands up, as if showing he isn't hiding anything.

"Are you sure? I mean I won't judge."

"Positive."

I sigh in fake disappointment, leaning over slightly and resting my head on his shoulder, in the mood for some attention. He doesn't react, causing me to frown. His body is rigid and tense, the only movement being the slight bouncing of his knee.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He jumps slightly, before turning and looking down at me, still resting on his shoulder.

"Hm?"

"You're acting off. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

"You don't have to act like you're fine, you can be honest. Prime knows you put up with it when I do it."

"I'm serious! Nothing's wrong. Just nerves."

I lift my head up and look at him quizzically. "Nerves? About what?"

No response. He just stares down at his hands. I poke him gently on the shoulder. "Babe?"

He takes in a shuddering breath before turning to face me on the bed, changing his position to sitting crossed-legged.

(a/n: I keep wanting to say criss cross applesauce whenever I write that-)

"I want to show you something."

I'm about to make another joke about hiding a body, but something about his tone makes me stop. He's being pretty serious, and he's radiating nervous energy.

"Ok. What is it?"

He hesitates a moment before slowly unzipping his jacket. I hold my breath as he slips it off, revealing the grey tank top he was wearing underneath. He tosses the jacket gently on the floor before turning his gaze to me.

I'm about to make a VERY bad joke before I'm silenced by a soft rustling noise. As I look at Quackity, he screws his eyes shut, and from behind him emerges...

I take a sharp breath, looking at what's in front of me.

Two large, pale yellow wings protrude from his back. The feathers are speckled with golds and whites, stark contrast to the dark colors he wears. I have no idea what bird they're from.

They're breathtaking.

Quackity nervously opens one eye a little bit, gauging my reaction. "YOU HAVE WINGS?!?!" I borderline shout, keeping my voice down just enough that I won't be heard by anyone outside the room.

He did a small nod. "Y-yeah..."

"THAT'S SO F*CKING COOL!"

He lets out a relieved sigh at the words, his wings drooping slightly. "Oh thank f*cking prime," he mumbles to himself.