"𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 ❣︎" [ QUACKBUR❤︎] DISCONTINUED

~Teams~

Wilbur rushed through the hallways trying to find Quackity right when he spotted him in a small room that he never qiute noticed before, he opened the door and stepped inside to be met with a small KITCHEN?!

"I'll call you back Schlatt"

He heard the boys voice say as he was looking mesmerized around the room when he felt something hit his face.

An apron.

"I'm not gonna say it twice so listen carefully, WE are baking not ME we are a team and im not having your useless ass doing nothing.
I mean who knows maybe you can learn how to bake something for your future wife"

Quackity said in a serious tone and winked at the end of his sentence, Wilbur took the peace of clothing of his face and stared at the boy a bit confused.

"I don't like your mood swings..."

The brunette said putting the apron on and leaning on the counter in the center of the small room.

"And..why are we here? Aren't we supposed to be at those fake little DIY kitchens they place in gym class?"

He questioned and the other turned to look at him.

"Being a son of a baker has it's advantages"

Quackity answered and took some ingredients out of different cabinets.

Wilbur just waited not touching anything knowing it would piss the other off, he just sat there and thought about all the times Quackitys mood would change in a matter of minutes.

He smiled, like the idiot he is and without realising he was watching carefully every little move the smaller did, opening different cabinets and drawers, putting ingredients neatly placed on the counter, and even his cute sneezing.

Wilbur smiled even more, how can the other make normal people things look so..well majestic, how can someone be so perfect? Just but existing.

"Will...?"

Quackity asked and Wilbur snapped back to reality turning around in embarrassment.
He heard a chuckle, wow he hasn't heard that in a while ,it's now that he realised he actually missed it.

"Do you have a staring problem? Cause you also did that when we were kids.. quite a lot"

The raven said with a smirk wisking some melted butter with sugar and eggs in a bowl.

Wilbur scoffed and turned around.

"I wasn't staring at you! I- I was zoned out dickhead"

He said and circled around the counter to go stand next to the raven and possibly try and help.

He picked up what looked like a pac of flour and started looking at it weirdly.

"Who said anything about you staring at me?"

The boy asked smirking but this time not taking his eyes of the bowl.
Wilbur almost choked before placing the package of flour back on the counter.

"Well someone is definitely gonna make his wife happy"

Wilbur said looking at the boy carefully mix, stir, add ingredients and in general everything he did to make this Cake.

He then noticed the others smile slowly fading away, and then being replaced with a fake one that Wilbur saw right through.

"Yeah.."

The boy replied with a weak smile and Wilbur felt confused.

"Soooo Quackity I think your old enough for a relationship so tell me any girls you got?"