~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~His Bread and Butter~

Honeyduo banter is back finally :D

TW: scarring and SH mentioned, and maybe some cuteness idk

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My feet tapped the hardwood floors, matching the tune of my jumping knee. I didn't absorb anything of what the professor said.

My mind was set on one thing.

"Alright, class! That's where I'm stopping today's lesson. Make sure you..."

I jumped up before he finished his sentence, grabbing my backpack.

As other students packed up and chatted, I raced to the door, attempting to beat someone there.

The cool winter breeze hit my face, the air smelt like freshly baked bread (the college had its own bakery attached).

I yawned, found a wall near the entrance, and leaned against it.

I watched as everyone flooded out of the building like ants in a line. Then, I spotted him.

Shrouded in dark blue, his hoodie over his head, he stalked in the crowd of students as if he were hiding.

"Quackity."

I reached out to him, grabbing his arm. He hissed.

"Wilbur." He looked tired.

"We can't talk. You know this." His voice was laced with poison and disappointment. It stung.
He tried to pull his arm out of my hands, but my grip was strong. I tightened my hold.
He cried out, his nose scrunching up.

I blinked. I could not be that strong.

I led him to a more secluded area, listening to the mutters of weak protest behind me.

I let him go. "I know what my mom did."

He looked up at me, stunned for a second, but then his face stoned over. "So, you know why we can't talk... but you're still talking to me?"