Don't Know How to Feel.

38. Morning Laughter and Evening Arguments

Wilbur and Quackity's evening hangouts continued, still enjoying each other's company after a long day of work. But every now and then the two would end up in Wilbur's room, repeating their previous actions- minus Ranboo walking in on them of course.

It would start with Wilbur waiting at the van, grinning as Quackity would make his way over from his sand-filled territory. Then it would either end with the two waving goodbye, like two friends. Or it would end with flushed faces and messy hair as they sat on Wilbur's bed, only sparing a few words before parting ways.

Whether it be in his bed or just standing side by side as they talked, Wilbur always looked forward to seeing Quackity after work.

So he swung open the burger van doors early in the morning, prepared for the day of labour. He grinned at his coworker, patting his shoulder.

"You're here early Ranboo."

"As always." Ranboo nodded as he searched threw the cabinets. He sighed with relief as he brought out an apron from the very back. "Oh, thank goddess it's not lost."

When he saw Wilbur tilt his head in confusion he placed the apron down, "I made Tommy wash it after he got a bunch of stains on it. But then Tommy said he was going to purposefully wash it wrong but that would have ruined it. When my apron went missing I thought he had actually gone through with that plan. But it's here, clean and not ruined."

"That's good. Chef needs his apron." Wilbur turned around, shoving his keys back in his pocket. It was silent as the two did their own thing, and Wilbur couldn't help but notice how Ranboo kept on almost saying something, shutting his mouth afterwards with a shrug. There was clearly something Ranboo wanted to say, and Wilbur was willing to listen. So he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he looked at Ranboo.

"What is it?"

Ranboo paused for a second, turning to look back at Wilbur before quickly returning to face the counter as he shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"You obviously want to tell me something, so what is it?"

"Oh," Ranboo hummed, setting down whatever he had in his hands and whipping around, resting a hand on the counter. "Uhm, it was about that one time. When you and Quackity- ya know."

Wilbur shoved the embarrassment that was starting to fill in him, nodding slowly. "What about it?"

"Well, it's kinda just clear to me that it's been happening continuously since then," Ranboo said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh." Wilbur couldn't stop the weird embarrassment from rising this time. "It's that obvious?"

"For me yes." Ranboo confirmed, "and I was just gonna tell you that it's fine. As in I won't go around telling anyone because it kinda seems like you don't want that."

Wilbur shoved his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do with them in this weird situation. "Thanks, Ranboo."

"Yea no problem," Ranboo said with a smile, turning back as he continued. "But congratulations dude, I know it can be hard being a couple on this server-"

"Congratulations on what?" Wilbur asked, almost not hearing the last part. Ranboo titled his head, "You two are like, dating now right?"

"Oh, no. No," Wilbur was quick to reply, pausing as he looked down at the ground. "We're not dating," he admitted, for some reason getting anxious about how Ranboo would judge him. But this was Ranboo, he wouldn't be too bad. Still, Wilbur found himself staring at the ground as he clenched his hands in his pockets.

Ranboo hummed, only shrugging. "I mean, you do whatever man. I'm not judging. Just really thought you were dating there for a second. But- I'm still not gonna tell anyone."