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Pizza delivery (karlity) ♻️

Karl x Quackity
Smut♻️
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Quackity was Walking through the block,his legs sore and weak.
He was on the late shift at his pizza job and currently delivering a 4-cheese extra large cheese filled crust pizza to house number 45.
He was listening to Radiohead on his headphones and smoking weed,he's truly given up and putting any more than minimum effort into his Minimum wage job.

Quackity didn't care anymore,but he also couldn't just walk back to the delivery car he parked a few blocks back since he thought it was the right house.
He needed the cash,and what was one more delivery,right?
Quackity sighed,exhaling the pot from his mouth at the same time as he got the phone out of his pocket.

Pizza delivery list
....
...****
*******...
Jersey street nr.45

Quackity rolled his eyes and looked up at the house numbers.
42....43...43....44...45!
Quackity let out a small exhale of relief before he used the last of his leg power to jog to the houses Porch.
He was just excited to....wait.....walk all the way back to his delivery car,drive 40 minutes back to work,clock out and then take the BUS home?!!?!!! Nevermind.
Quackity wouldn't be surprised if he'd just decided to sleep on a park bench or something tonight.

He put one of his arms up on one of the walls beside the door after he rung the bell.
He turned off his music and took the wired earbuds out of his ears.
The door opened.
Karl:"took you long enough?"
Quackity was tempted to say a certain suggestion that had the letters 'k','y' and 's'.
He took a hit before getting the pizza out.
He saw the guy form inside look at him judgmentally.

Quackity:"extra cheesy stuffed crust,extra large 4-cheese pizza fooorrrrrr.....kaaa...rrr..?"
The customer looked him.
Karl:"it's obviously karl."
Quackity looked at him.
Quackity:"right,'Karl',this your pizza?"
Karl crossed his arms as he leaned on the door.
Karl:"...you shouldn't be smoking pot on the job,should you?"
Quackity grinned his teeth before shoving the pizza box against Karl's chest,forcing him to take it.

Karl did a gasp and look of 'how disrespectful! Who does this guy think he is?!',but he didn't saw anything.
He rolled his eyes before walking back inside to his kitchen island.
Quackity:"dick..."
Quackity Said to himself.
He had a nice ass though,shame he was a douche.
Karl grabbed a slice of pizza after putting the box down on the counter before walking back to Quackity.

Karl:"anything else from me,pizza boy?"
Quackity:"yeah,sign this paper"
Quackity said,purposely exhaling the weed smoke into Karl's face.
Karl coughed as Quackity took the blunt out of his mouth and threw it somewhere in Karl's decoration 'pebble shit' before he got out a crumbled piece of paper from his back pocket.
Quackity:"sign here:"
Karl squinted to see the paper.
He took it and rolled his eyes.
Karl:"isn't all that shit digital now?...whatever,
Let me go get a pen"

He said annoyed before walking back to his kitchen and slightly bending over the counter to look for anything to write with.
Quackity admired the site of his ass in those red shorts,like I said,shame he was a douche.
Quackity bit his lip and tilted his head,the long hours of nothing but work slowly getting to him.
Karl turned around and went back to Quackity with a pen and something else in his hand.

He took the crumbled up paper Quackity had and wrote his delivery verification on it before passing that and a 5 dollar bill to Quackity.
Quackity looked at the 5 bucks.
Quackity:"five bucks? I delivered pizza to you at 10 fucking PM and all you give me is 5 BUCKS?"
Karl shrugged uninterested.
Karl:"sucks to be you,have a nice night."
He mocked.
Quackity looked at him,considering wether or not he should punch him.
Nevertheless,he decided not to.

He sighed,turned around and started to walk off.
Karl smiled,proud of himself and ready to take a bite out of his fresh,delicious,moist pizza while he watched the pathetic but hot pizza driver walk off In anger!
Karl took a bite.
Wait...
Karl:"HEY!"
Quackity Turned around and walked back over to Karl.
Quackity:"the fuck do you want now,
dumbass?-"
He looked at his hand as he realized Karl snatched his tip out of his hand.