Don't Know How to Feel.

41. Busy with Business

Two weeks. It had been two weeks so far without Quackity and Wilbur ever interacting besides harsh bantering. It seemed that was all they had time for.

Wilbur had been meaning to get around the apology he wants to give to Quackity. But they've both been busy with other things- especially Quackity. The only time Wilbur tried to see Quackity (and only being able to freely look for the man due to his also busy schedule), Quackity wasn't available because of some stupid reason surrounding work.

So with a sigh, Wilbur walked out of Las Nevadas. If Quackity was busy with work Wilbur would just deal with it. Heading back to his house, a day was added to the two weeks of no contact.

Quackity glances out to the window, only sparing a second to see what's outside before he turns back. So now he's facing Slime- well, Charlie, who's sitting next to Sam.

"Now Quackity, I thought about it and you're on to something." Sam's voice breaks through his thoughts, making him blink before he quickly nods along.

"But you have a better suggestion?"

"Sort of," Sam says, giving the small grin that he always does. Once again Sam and Quackity sit across from each other in his office, discussing topics far and wide until they call it a day. Just like the majority of the time, they're joined by Charlie.

Quackity thought about the new name for a while, and it really does fit this energetic and oblivious slimy guy. He's honestly glad Tommy and Tubbo thought of such a good name, Quackity thinks the only thing he could have thought of was something like Mark or Jacob, basic names that wouldn't fit Charlie at all.

"See upgrading and fixing up the main stoves and stoves for the restaurant is something we need to do." Sam began with a click of his tongue, adjusting himself in his seat before continuing. "But I definitely think there are other things in that building that need some sort of upgrade too."

"Like the freezer room." Sam quickly added, waiting for Quackity to respond, "Oh, and the sinks in the bathroom-"

"Yea, yea. You're right." Quackity nodded along, standing up as he spoke. "I mean, we have the money so go for it I guess. But all this talk of the restaurant reminded me that I have to go to work now- well, my other work- in the restaurant."

"Literally they just closed. Check the time."

"I know. We sort of set some rules around." Quackity cleaned up his desk as he explained, a simple look on his face. "If you're not there to help during work hours you gotta at least stop by afterwards and that's what I'm doing. I have to go clean now. Thanks for talking Sam."

"That makes sense," Sam mumbled to himself, also standing up. "But yea, great talk. I too, have work to attend to."

"Alright, then see you later," Quackity said with a wave. "Come on Charlie, you should get outside."

"Oh yes. I love going outside Quackity from Las Nevadas." Charlie jumped out of his seat, following behind Sam as he walked out.

Quackity chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It's just Quackity."

"Oh. Well, I love going outside Just Quackity-"

"No no- just." Quackity let out a sigh, feeling the smile pulling at his lips as he walked. "Nevermind."

And so the two walked out of the casino, Charlie heading off when he saw something more interesting as Quackity walked over to start working.

The sun's light was dim today. Everything seemed dull and a bit dusty. The low buzzing of his coworkers added to the washed-out feeling the day had.