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

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡

(CW: Cigarettes/smoking)

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          Q let out an annoyed huff, shoving his arm through the sleeve of a newly cleaned shirt as he rushed through Las Nevadas to the Space Needle. He had to admit that the dream made him nervous to be around the real Wilbur, but he was sure the feeling would disappear as soon as the self-righteous asshole spoke. He shuffled into the elevator, lightly pressing a button to go to the highest floor. The doors slid shut, and he shook sand from his clothing as the small lift struggled to climb the tall elevator shaft. It stopped halfway through. He grumbled to himself, once again pressing the button. Nothing happened. Spitting out all kinds of curses, Quackity resorted to jabbing at the button until his fingers grew sore; and much to his relief, the lift finally gave another try. After a few more agonizing seconds the doors reopened, allowing Quackity to step out. He was red in the face, clearly frustrated. But he put this frustration behind him, instead staring at a familiar man leaned over the railing of the Needle, smoking.

After a moment of silence, Q spoke. "... You wanted to see me? What is it?"

Wilbur didn't turn to look at him, didn't even flinch. Quackity almost repeated himself, but was eventually humored by the other's response. "Come, have a smoke. You've seemed stressed lately, what's wrong?" The brunette took an extra cigarette between his fingers and held it out for Quackity.

He huffed, though still coming over to take the cig from Wil. "I am stressed, but nothing's wrong. I just have a lot to deal with,"

Wilbur held up a lighter, setting Quackity's unlit 'cancer stick' ablaze as he looked over at the shorter man. "Hm. Alright then. You just seem more tired, less..."

"Happy."

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