{𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥'𝕤 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕠} - [[DISCONTINUED]]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

(CW: Cigarettes/smoking)

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          Quackity's careless facade dropped in mere seconds at those words. "What? No! Under no circumstances will that happen, Wilbur."

"Come on, please?? I'll do anything! I'll do chores..... even be your servant,~" A playful smirk once more made its way onto his face.

He grimaced at the awful flirting, rolling his eyes and looking away from the other. "First of all, ew. And secondly, no!! Absolutely not."

Wil paused, face changing to that of a pleading child as he stared at the shorter man. "... Please?"

Q looked at the other with slight disbelief. Wilbur was never the type to say 'please', and it threw Quackity off guard when he actually did. He genuinely asked 'please'. It was the most sincerity he'd ever heard come from Wil and it was almost... refreshing.

"... Fine, I will consider it. But don't get your hopes up."

"Brilliant." Wil responded simply, a smug grin evident on his face as he dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped out any potential flames. "Well then, I guess I'll get out of your hair now.. Unless you want me to stay..?"

"Ugh, no. Get out of my country."

The brunette shrugged, chuckling and turning away to head back down the elevator. "Worth a shot," He pressed a few buttons and then disappeared behind the sliding doors of the lift, leaving Quackity alone with his thoughts. He sighed, picking up the crushed cigarette and tossing it over the railing of the Space Needle before also leaving.

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