Don't Know How to Feel.

51. Flustered in the Evening

The plan is simple.

Really, it was. Wilbur came up with where exactly he would take Quackity for a date around two am, once again finding it hard to fall asleep. But this time it resulted in him finally coming up with an idea.

So now Wilbur stood in front of Quackity's door, checking his reflection in a shiny painting that hung next to the door as best as he could. He didn't dress up, not really. He went for the classics.

His yellow sweater, the collar of his white button-up peeking out, and some black trousers. And his beanie of course.

Wilbur cleared his throat, knocking on the door and glancing around in hopes of finding a clock. His eyes landed on the large digital clock, right above the elevator that led up to higher floors of fancy hotel rooms.

The sound of a door opening made Wilbur whip back around, nervously smiling at Quackity.

"Hello Big Q."

"Wilbur," Quackity nodded, eyeing Wilbur up and down, and Wilbur ignored how that made him feel, "You look good."

"Oh-" Wilbur lowered his head a bit, glancing down at his own outfit and then to both sides of the hallway before facing Quackity, "Thanks."

Quackity closed the door behind him, taking Wilbur's hand in his with a smile, "Relax."

Wilbur only scoffed, stepping back, "I am."

Quackity hummed in response, only stepping closer to Wilbur and placing a hand on his shoulder. Oh, Wilbur got it. He's trying to calm him. But it was working really well.

So Wilbur sighed, resting a hand on Quackity's hip while the other hung off his shoulder and he placed his chin on top of Quackity's head, his blue beanie was really soft. Wilbur felt thankful Quackity was wearing something pretty normal too. A button-up shirt with suspenders, and little diamond shapes on each strap that Wilbur smiled at.

"You look gorgeous tonight."

Quackity let out a flustered noise that Wilbur smiled at, in absolute awe of the man standing with him, "Quackity, ready for our date?"

"Are you?" Quackity asked, a smirk rising on his face as started leading Wilbur down the hallway. Wilbur only gives a small giggle in response, letting Quackity drag him along until they were out of the hotel.

"Now Quackity," he began, stepping in front of the man and placing a hand over his chest, "I believe this is where I take the lead. Cause you have not a clue what I've planned."

"Why are you talking like that?" Quackity deadpanned, crossing his arms and Wilbur's shoulders dropped with disappointment. Like his parents just told him the easter bunny wasn't real.

"I'll talk how I talk," Wilbur said, pointing a finger up in the air so 'matter of factly' before turning around and waving, "This way, my love. Time doesn't wait for anyone."

Quackity didn't know where they would be going, but he was sure eager to find out. It was their first date after all. So he wasted no time following after Wilbur, their shadows in front of them, and elongated that it made them laugh for a quick second.

It was warm outside, the sun positioned a bit low as it leaned towards the night. It was perfect here. Quackity loved it. It was a nice day, and this date would be even nicer. He was sure of it. This was Wilbur after all.

Quackity quirked up an eyebrow as they walk up to the needle tower, glancing at Wilbur who continued grinning like he just won the lotto. Quackity didn't question it, Wilbur's plan was the only plan they had. And Quackity was curious to find out what it was.