♧︎︎︎♡︎ 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 ♡︎♧︎︎︎

➹𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚➷

Y/N POV

I smiled as I flopped onto my bed, immediately sinking into the soft covers. I had just spent the night talking with the literal president of the place I live in and he made me feel actually happy for a change. Every man I've met only tried to get with me or was a total jerk, but Quackity was friendly. Sure, he was a bit flirty with kissing my hand but maybe it was just a respectful gesture?... He didn't make himself seem creepy or using bad pickup lines like ninety percent of the men I have met before. I put a pillow over my head in embarrassment, the thought of him being interested in me made my face turn rouge. I'm going way too far with this. Yeah, right right! He was attractive but I don't know him. He's probably being respectful since I've only known him and he's only known me for about a month now. My thoughts ran through my head, trying to change the subject but every topic fell back to the slightly taller Mexican man who I've only just made a friendship with. The owner of Las Nevadas. Everything I tried to think of only spiraled to his face.

Sighing, I walked to my kitchen lazily. I didn't feel like cooking at all so fast food it was. I took my phone from my bag on the counter, digging through it for a bit before finding it. I opened my phone, typing in my password and unlocking it. My eyes scanned over the apps on the screen before finding the one I needed. I just ordered a burger and fries since I wasn't all too hungry. I glanced at my bag, reaching for it. I opened it up and took all of the contents out. I decided I'd just sort it out while waiting for the order.

A couple of empty lip balms and candy wrappers were all I managed to throw away, not much space in the bag was made. I dug through it, now not really looking at it. My bored expression faltered to a slightly surprised one. I felt a familiar smooth paper, somehow it did not tear or crinkle that much.

The letter which Quackity wrote to me about the poker event in a couple months. I skimmed over the swirly handwriting, still surprised at its neatness. It reminded me of the event, aswell as the original reason I went to the casino tonight. I adored neat handwriting, I could stare at the text on the slightly yellowed paper forever and never get bored, it was just something I oddly liked. I rubbed the wax seal with my thumb, admiring its shining colors. The navy blue against glistening gold was a color combination I really liked.

Eventually my order arrived and I finally got to eat, digging in, my hunger almost immediately disappeared as I spent the rest of the night relaxing.

𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰𓅰

Quackity POV

I finally arrived back to my penthouse. Opening the door, I sat down on the couch, recollecting the memory of my day. It started off as usual, crowds of patrons piled up at the front in a line, all anxious to get in as early as possible to gamble away. Many people flooding to the tables and slot stations rather than the bar, getting drunk this early wasn't something many would do as most still suffered from hangovers. Usually I would be monitoring the casino from time to time, making sure nothing was out of line but I spent most of my day cooped up in my office on the third floor of the casino, handling a country was not work you'd do outside or in a comfortable area. Being a president consisted of making laws for the newly built country, establishing allies and defending against enemies. I recently found a slime hybrid aswell, who liked to address himself as "Slimecicle" and so I have taken him under my wing. Training him incase I don't come back from that trip wasn't so difficult, he is now aware that he is a blob of slime but still prefers to be considered "human". He has been taught most of what he needs but I want to take it slow with him, since he needs proper training and I need time to handle a country. On top of everything else though, I met a woman who, somehow, beat me at a game of gamble and she claims to have never been beaten before aswell. I've never met anyone like that before and it still makes me wonder. Not to mention that she's friendly and attractive. I don't throw my heart around to anyone now, sure I've had a few flings though, but she makes me want to regret every relationship I've ever had. I've known her for about a month and absolutely, she's attractive but after my past I've learned to deal with it and wait it out.
I can't still be having relationships, not to mention my enemies would get ahold of that information and use it against me. I just need time to think of everything that's been going on.

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