Content Warning! : Some spicy stuff lol
Wrote this while listening to PORTALS and WU&IO...
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I sat quietly on the counter, watching Quackity bustle around in complete amusement.
The café wasn't busy. We were experiencing downtime today since it was a Wednesday, but Quackity always wanted to keep himself busy.
He just walked around the place, heating up the deserts, organizing the book cases, fixing the sitting area, sweeping, washing the dishes...
I cooed, watching as he reheated pastries for the second time.
"You know if you warm them too much, they'll get hard, right?"
He glared at me. "They won't."
"If you believe so, Q." I stated, scoffing.
He began to pace, walking the length of the kitchen. Then, he sighed, walking into the pantry.
"What're you doing now?"
He turned to me and smiled, heading to the back of the pantry, "I'm organizing the pantry... I've realized I haven't done it in a while, so it needs a cleaning."
I hummed, hopping down from the counter. I followed him inside, dragging my feet behind me. I stood at the entrance, observing as he moved containers and bags around, placing them in alphabetical order.
The pantry space was small, so even though he was at the back of the room, he was only about four feet away from me. I entered, fixing the boxes of colorful sprinkles and chocolate chips.
The hum of soft piano music played in the background while we worked in quietness. The silence wasn't awkward but peaceful. However, I had the pleasure to be constantly aware of his presence.
Well aware of the fact that we were both in an enclosed space together.
Alone.
My jaw clenched, glancing over at him as he shuffled around the back of the pantry. His back hair was tied back into a pony tail, shining even though all he did to it was wash it once or twice a week with 2-in-1 shampoo.
His button-up shirt was covered with flour, his apron seemingly doing nothing.
Quackity hummed, singing along to a tune in his head.
I worked along the selves, getting closer to him. The door creaked shut, being pushed by the wind.
Quackity's curious eyes darted to the door, then lingered on me.
I blushed.
I cleared my throat.
"Uh, you finished cleaning your shelf?"
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~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~
Romance- - - Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started - - - "And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?" The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You m...
