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{𓅷} 𝑸𝒖𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑷𝑶𝑽;

Just another day in Las Nevadas. And I'm stuck in my office, having to listen to Fundy and Purpled talk for what seems like hours. I don't even know what they're talking about anymore. Honestly, I don't really care. I wonder what Wil is doing. Probably being annoying. Why does he look so...different? Not like, a bad kind of different. He's just so......hot now. What am I saying!? Since when did I start thinking this about him!? But...am I wrong? He's fucking hot as hell! I never thought I would think this but...I would love to make out with him. Especially on this boring day. Having him on top of me, calling me pet names and occasionally kissing my neck would be a dream! Ugh! If only..

"Quackity, are you even listening!?" Fundy yelled.

"I don't remember allowing you to raise your voice at me, Fundy. Do you?" I spat, darting my eyes to glare at him. I watched as Fundy dipped his head down in respect.

"No, sir.." He mumbled.

"I didn't think so. Now, both of you, get out of my office. I'm too tired to deal with your voices speaking at me." I rubbed my eyes as Purpled and Fundy stood up to walk out. They both walked out the door, leaving me in silence. I groaned, pushing the papers in front of me to the side. I took out my phone as I walked to my room in the back.

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Musty British Loser

Wilbur

Wilbur

Wilbur

Wilbur

Wilbur

What the fuck do you want!?

You

Pardon?

You.

I want you.

What are you, gay?

Yes?

Whatever. What do you actually want?

Do you want me to say it?

I mean, I don't know what 'it' is, but sure?

Your dick.