Don't Know How to Feel.

46. Ending Avoidance

If one were to walk outside it would be a bit humid in Kinoko Kingdom, thanks to the rain that lasted all of last night. It didn't look too bad though, it added to the mystical vibe Kinoko gave off sometimes.

And Quackity admired it all through the circle window in the kitchen. A delicious smell of lunch filled the room as he sighed in his chair. He was still in his pyjamas, and so were Karl and Sapnap.

The three of them decided to get dressed in real clothes, and not sleeping clothes, wasn't necessary. Today they were just hanging out. Sapnap and Quackity played a small card game as Karl prepared some food for them as he hummed along to the soft music playing in the back.

Everything felt so peaceful, so warm. And Quackity was enjoying it. The sound of him and Sapnap's playful yet competitive banter and Karl's hums eased his mind. So he didn't mind when Sapnap jumped up in his seat, shouting his victory over Quackity. It was nice to have some friends outside of Las Nevadas.

"Boom, lunch is served." Karl turned around, revealing the shades he was wearing as he placed two plates on the table. "Eat up pals, we've got a day of chilling ahead of us."

Sapnap shook his head with a chuckle as Quackity giggled- both a bit confused but didn't question anything as Karl grabbed himself a plate and sat down.

"So, any plans for what to do today?" Sapnap asked, leaning in his seat and resting his legs on the empty seat to his right. Karl pretended to be shocked and brought a non-existent camera to record the three of them as if he was vlogging.

"Holy cow my honk crew, he's all chilled out."

"Karl what the hell are you doing." Sapnap turned to him, sitting up straighter as Quackity shared his expression of confusion.

"Fine. Don't appreciate my camera work." Karl huffed, plopping in his seat with crossed arms. "I thought that was a good angle."

"Sure it was," Quackity said with a shrug, lifting up his fork as he talked. "But we need plans for today."

"Eat food, hang out."

Sapnap faced away from Karl, holding his hands out as he talked. "Yea, that's the outline. But what are we going to actually do? Last night we watched a movie-"

"Oh my honk." Karl paused, slowly raising his hands until he pushed them on the table and stood up. "Wait right there."

"Oh my honk?" Quackity repeated through a laugh, raising an eyebrow as Sapnap smiled with a sigh.

"He's been saying honk a lot more."

"Yea, yea." Quackity's grin widened. "But just imagine you're at a service at Church Prime and he continuously replaces honk with Prime-"

"What about Chruch Prime?" Karl cut in, walking into the room. "I went to a service the other day with Sapnap."

"Was it..." Quackity trialed off, almost forgetting the word for a second. "Crowded at all?"

"Not really, it was a bit different. Jack Manifold was doing his tests to become a pastor or something like that. So the only other people there were Tubbo and Tommy."

"Oh, well good for Jack." Quackity raised his voice at the end, trying to drive away from the mumble he started with. 'Tommy still wants me to apologise to Wilbur- I want to apologise to him.'

"That's right." Sapnap cheered, raising his cup that was simply filled with orange juice. "Jack, the soon-to-be pastor of Church Prime is gonna be the best."

Sapnap tried downing the entirety of his drink, only to realise the ice cubes floating at the top wouldn't be the safest thing to shove down his throat. Karl and Quackity only shared a second of concern before they started snickering at the way Sapnap coughed, muttering something about the ice cubes- but other than that, he was fine.