A New Normal-- QuackHalo

Can't Turn Back Now

Quackity had been kind enough to just lend Bad his room. He had excused it to Bad by telling him about how he mostly slept on his couch anyways, and Bad wasn't going to argue.

Well. He did argue, but Quackity won. Quackity had insisted that since he bought the food he got to choose where Bad slept and he wanted Bad to sleep on his bed. Which definitely, did not make Bad blush ever-so-slightly [or, hypothetically, more than ever-so-slightly. If it had happened, that is.]

Either way, he was here. In Quackity's room. And, of course, he didn't want to pry, but he did look around. They do say that seeing someone's bedroom shows you their mind, Bad had reasoned to himself.

It was painted blue. Painted in a way that you could still see the texture of the wall, and if one rubbed their hands against it they would be able to feel the bumps as well. It was a shade close to the one people would associate with his brand, Bad noted.

Bad had briefly glanced at all the posters before deciding to just head to bed. He shut the door, and softly ran to the bed and promptly face-planted onto the sheets [a habit of his that he had acquired a long time ago]. His glasses didn't break, but they felt uncomfortable, so he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

He started re-capping the day in his head, a routine he had learned to do to help him fall asleep, back when he had a lot of trouble with staying up all night.

First, he had met someone on the train who recognized him, then he had a productive stream with Quackity. Then he ordered dinner, and...

They ate dinner. Then they had finished the movie cuddled up next to each other, and then he went to bed.

Simple day. As always.

Bad forced his eyes shut, and tried to relax enough to drift to sleep, but his thoughts kept interrupting him.

You and Quackity kissed.

He knows, he told himself.

You liked it.

That was just because Quackity was a good kisser.

Probably.

Quackity said you needed to practice more.

Bad's face heated up and he tried to hide under the covers. As if that would stop the flood of thoughts anyways.

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It was mid-morning when Bad woke up, mostly due to the sun rays shining directly in his face.

"Curse past me for not closing the curtains."

Bad groaned and rolled over, before realizing he should probably be getting up anyways, and get ready for the day. So he went to where his stuff had been set down the night before and, sleepily, got dressed.

He went to the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth as well as brush his hair. After that, he went back to his temporary room and got his glasses, as, well, he needed to see.

Once he got downstairs, he found a note from Quackity.

"Hey Bad!

I'm sorry :c I forgot that I had to do a favour for a friend today but I should be back soon.

You can just stream or something while I'm gone!

-Quackity

PS: don't worry if I see anyone it'll be with a mask"

Bad smiled out of fondness, of course, that potato had known he'd be worried about covid. He folded the note up and put it in his pocket [maybe he'd need it for later].

For now, he took a muffin out of its container and sat down at a counter seat. He had managed to convince Quackity, late last night, to go out and buy some muffins, and quite apparently he had chosen chocolate chip.

Bad didn't mind any flavours, muffins are muffins, after all. So he happily ate his muffin, just lazily scrolling through his Twitter feed.

In the end, he did decide to take Quackity's advice. He had brought his PC over for the week anyway, since he had a lot of things to do on Minecraft, it was a must-have.

Bad streamed for a while, and it was mostly just wandering around the Dreamsmp. Nothing out of the ordinary really, just the usual 'hi' and 'happy birthday' donation.

And, of course, a donation every now and then about Quackity. Bad was glad that he didn't use face cam that often, because he wouldn't know how to explain to his audience how he blushes whenever thinking of Quackity now.

Ping!

Bad discreetly checked his phone, while continuing with what he was saying to his stream.

I'm driving home now baddd

U dont have to Respond im watching Ur stream rn

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Quackity had been sad when he found out that he couldn't hang out with Bad today, but he knew he wouldn't mind anyway. He was glad that Bad had decided to stream like he suggested because it gave him something to listen to driving back.

Bad's voice is really calming, and so is his demeanour in general. That's why they balanced each other out so well, Quackity supposed. While he's really chaotic for the most part, Bad is very chill.

Not that Bad couldn't be chaotic, there was definitely a couple of streams where Bad irked chaos. Quackity loved both calm and chaotic Bad [or maybe just Badboyhalo in general].

He remembered how calm Bad had been, even when about to... Practice .

The practice session was too much to take in. Or just, understand.

Bad has never kissed anyone before. He was Bad's first kiss.

And Bad was really, really good at it.

It wasn't fair, actually, for how long it had taken Quackity to get good at kissing.

But Bad. Bad was a natural.

Of course, he had said he needed more practising, which was, honestly, embarrassing to Quackity.

He couldn't admit that Bad was good on the first try, and so he dug a hole for himself. It's too late to turn back now.

Not only is he completely in love with Bad, now he knows how good at kissing he was.

WC: 1010

ayo guess who's back B]

ily all and drink water <3