You could say this is part of the story... make up lore babes
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Wilbur felt as if he had never seen eyes so pretty before.
They were sirens the way they drew in unsuspecting victims, drowning them in their deep rich chocolate.
They always looked kind, welcoming you in a warm embrace.
He could write sonnets upon sonnets about them alone.
In fact, he would.
Wilbur grabbed a pen, a notepad and his guitar.
And he sat there, staring at a picture of Quackity's eyes, wondering about lyrics that could hold enough weight to express the beauty of his eyes.
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A/N: Cheers to the shortest chapter I have ever written! Y'all might get something more sustainable this week if my inspiration comes back and I finish a chapter for another book.
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~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~
Storie d'amore- - - 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...
