wont you say goodbye, my dear?

habits

Quackity was currently at Wilbur's house, playing uno with him in his living room.

"UNO!" Wilbur yelled victoriously, grinning like a child on Christmas Day. Quackity muttered a string of curse words in Spanish, frustrated at the fact that he had no good cards left.

"I swear to god, it's like you are cheating! How do you keep winning? It's been 5 rounds already!" Quackity scowled. Wilbur's grin only widened at Quackity's annoyed reaction.

"Someone's mad!" Wilbur said in a sing-song voice.

"¡Vete a la mierda!" Quackity groaned.

"I am offended. How rude!" Wilbur gasped, pretending to be hurt as he held a hand to his chest. Quackity looked at him in shock. "You know Spanish?!" He said in disbelief. He had known Wilbur for over 20 years, and he never knew that.

"Yeah, Techno is multilingual, so I learned a few languages from him. I learnt a bit of Spanish last year, but hes a confusing person, so learning from him never really helped." Wilbur said with a shrug, watching Quackity place down a blue 7. Wilbur groaned and pulled one card from the deck, with Quackity smirking gleefully at Wilbur's sudden downfall.

"HA! Bitch went from uno to fuckin dos." Quackity teased as he set down a blue 5. Wilbur, who was obviously frustrated at him, set down a draw four card, instantly shutting Quackity up.

"You bitch. I hate you." Quackity muttered as he pulled four cards from the steadily declining stack of cards.

"Love you too, Quacks." Wilbur said, making kissy faces at Quackity. Quackity blushed a bit, his heart skipping a few beats. Its okay, he thought to himself. It's what friends do, right?

Quackity watched Wilbur laugh as he placed down his second last card, calling another uno once more. Quackity cracked his knuckles subconsciously, thinking about his next move. 

"Hey, don't do that." Wilbur said with a soft expression on his face, reaching over and grabbing Quackity's hands in his.

"Sorry, its a habit I s'pose." Quackity mumbled, looking down.

"Yeah, and its a pretty bad habit too." Wilbur said with a gentle chuckle, giving Quackity's soft hands a small squeeze. Quackity finally looked up, and saw Wilbur's face flushed a bit pink as Quackity's eyes flicked down to his lips. 

Wilbur cleared his throat, drawing Quackity out of whatever trance he seemed to be in as he pulled his hands away.

"I believe it is your turn, Quackity."