100 ways to say 'I Love You'

"Pull over. Let me drive for a while."

"Hey Karl, how about we get some food?"

Karl turned his head a little, seeing a man with black hair and a blue beanie peering up at him (not by that much, he might add with full dignity) between his locks of hair.  Karl raised a hand and swiped them away from the other's face.  Quackity giggled a little, turning back to the screen.

"C'mon man, I asked you a question."

"Mm?"  

"Do you want food?"

"That would be kinda nice, actually."  Karl mused, turning back to his Nintendo controller, moving his character in lazy circles.  Quackity moved his character, mimicking Karl's, his thumb rotating the joystick.

"Can we get Chick-Fil-A?  Do you guys have that here?"

"We sure do, babyyy..."  Quackity's voice trailed off, dying after Karl mashed the attack button, killing Quackity and gathering his loot.  Karl giggled loudly, rocking on the couch and trying to quiet himself.

"That was a low blow, Karl."  Quackity said lowly, maneuvering his character to face Karl's again. That, plus the god forsaken skin Quackity had donned before spawning in the world, just made Karl laugh harder.

Once they calmed down, and both of them had some water, Quackity turned to Karl again.  "So, Chick-Fil-A?"

"Hell yeah."

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"Uh, the number four, three count..."

Karl glanced around a little while Quackity was placing their order.  The place was empty- understandable, as it was a Tuesday and he could see the stars from outside the window.  It was really pretty- Quackity's place was warm, hot normally, but at nighttime, it was really pleasantly cool with warm winds.

"Thank you."  Quackity grinned at the worker and turned to Karl, two lemonades in hand.  He passed one to Karl and they took a seat in the abandoned restaurant.

"Hey..."  Quackity glanced both ways, before leaning across the table and lowering his tone.  "Do you think... we could infiltrate the Play Place?"

Karl giggled violently- Quackity cracked a smile and laughed as well, inhaling before cackling out a laugh that was sure to cause the people in the kitchen to jump.

They were out of breath by the time their food was done.

"So..." Quackity coughed out with tears in his eyes, trying to breathe properly, "Is that a yes or no?"

"We can make a vlog!"  Karl said excitedly, taking a fry and popping it into his mouth.

"Just a knock-off of Tommy's huh?"  Quackity laughed, already rummaging for his phone.  "We gotta ask for permission first.  Legal reasons, right?"

"I think so."

Karl took another fry before heading up to ask the manager.  He even made the "I don't mean to be a Karen, but I want to speak to your manager' joke.  That defenetly earned them a few points.

"We got the good-to-go!"

"Let's goo!"  Quackity giggled excitedly, starting up his phone.

After an hour and a half of excitement, the restarant literally had to alsmot drag them out as it was closing time.  Both boys were laughing, the adrenaline still pounding in their veins.

"God-" Karl panted, slapping Quackity's shoulder a little as he tried to gather air in his lungs, "I need a Monster after this."

"Good thing I got a fuck ton for you!"  Quackity noogied Karl roughly, until he was laughing under the (slightly) smaller man, 'Oh my god Quackity, stop it!"

"Alright, alright!" Quackity laughed, falling back and leaning on his car.

"Toss me the keys."  Karl made little grabby hands, bright yellow and green nails flashing.  "You drove here, I'll drive back."

"Do you even know how to drive this car, dude?"  Quackity laughed, but tossed them over anyway.  Karl shoved Quackity lightly, hopping into the drivers seat.

"I'll play it by ear."  Karl shot Quackity a side smirk before reving up the engine.  "You know, Jimmy can get you a better car if you can escape one of the hardest escape rooms with only fifteen minutes extra."

"Whoa whoa whoa.  Number one, have you seen how dumb I am?  No way in hell can I do that.  Two, I actually like this car.  So piss off."

Karl giggled and drove.

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About ten minutes in, (For some stupid ass reason and to make it more convenient for the author, they chose to go to one that was far away) Quackity glanced over to Karl, seeing the tiredness lingering in his eyes as car headlights flashed on the windshield, half closing his eyelids in an attempt to block the light blinding his fatigued eyes.  The adrenaline and the time difference was really screwing with him- he wasn't kidding, he did need a Monster.  Quackity could arrange that.

"Hey, Karl?"

"Mm?"

"Pull over.  Let me drive for a while."

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