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TURBULENCE

Wilbur Soot and Quackity leave, going into the hall.

Wilbur begins to survey the room. Its the same one he was in this morning, Wilbur can tell by the missing lamp. Quackity must've had someone come and clean it up while they were out. Subconsciously, Wilbur looks down at his hand again, at the thin white scar.

The dull hum of conversation outside the closed door halts.

Wilbur looks up, unsettled by the eerie silence. And then a third voice joins, one Wilbur does not recognize.

He stands up, swaying a little bit, grabbing the nightstand for support. Slowly, he makes his way towards the door, listening intently. He has to press his ear to the wood to be able to hear anything.

" -he here?"

The voice is more tenor than Quackity's or Wilbur's.

"We're... working together on something," Quackity says, "please leave us."

"Working on what? You know how weird it is seeing you two leave the same room? Why not meet in your office? Unless it's not a business related matter."

"Fundy! Please. This doesn't concern you."

Fundy? A Las Nevadas worker and citizen, if Wilbur recalls... and Wilbur's son. Uh oh.

"Thats my- ...this should concern me, okay? I'm worried for the wellbeing of this country. Do you seriously not remember what Wilbur did to the last country he was in?"

There's a silence. Wilbur holds his breath.

"Its- Its not like that anymore, kid, I-"

" -I don't want to hear it, Wilbur. I don't know what horrible reasons Quackity has brought you here for, but I-"

"Fundy, please, calm down. I promise I'll explain it all once-" Footsteps approach the door. Wilbur takes a step back, no longer able to hear the conversation. It gets louder, Quackity's voice raising, Wilbur shouting a protest too.

And then the door opens, and Wilbur is face to face with Fundy. Quackity and Wilbur had both been working to pull him back, their hands on his arms, but now they all remain halted.

Fundy's expression tightens, jaw locking. He takes a moment to speak, and Quackity watches him apprehensively. "Who... Quackity, who is this?"

"We're... not sure." Quackity mutters. "But we thinks its one of Wilbur's um.. pieces, I guess."

"Why haven't you been dragged back to hell?" Fundy pulls his arms free, elbowing his father a little harder than necessary. When Wilbur looks at the other Wilbur, he is startled by the guilty expression he finds. Fundy continues berating. "Its supposed to be an exchange, isn't it? Thats why your pesky ghost isn't around anymore?"

"Fundy, if we knew- if I knew what's going on, I'd tell you. But I don't. So if you would please leave, we'd be able to continue our... investigation." Quackity's hands rest tense by his side. Like he's waiting for a fight, Wilbur thinks.

Fundy glares at Wilbur Soot, then Wilbur, then back to the other one. He points, finger touching the lapel of his father's coat. "I don't care how much Quackity likes you, you'll never be welcome here, do you understand?"

Fundy's eyes are sharp, very similar to Wilbur's when in the heat of an argument. Wilbur Soot's expression is twisted with an odd sort of downcast, and when he goes to voice a reply, Fundy pushes past him, down the hall.

Wilbur watches his son leave, glancing at Quackity before stepping fully into the room. He sighs loudly. "That went fantastic."

Quackity enters the room, shutting the door behind him. He moves one hand to his hip, rubbing his nose bridge with the other. He makes a noise, acknowledging Wilburs comment. "So distrusting. Of me! What have I done? And I do not like you, by the way. I have no clue where that came from."

Wilbur raises a brow. "Really? I thought it was quite apparent how fond of me you are."

Wilbur can only imagine what Fundy had first thought of when he saw the two outside the casino hotel room. Wilbur, in the heart of Las Nevadas. "...well. I take it he won't like me very much?" He prompts, shifting his weight.

"You weren't eavesdropping, were you?" Wilbur Soot asks, glancing over at him.

He quickly shakes his head, one hand going to fidget with his sleeve. "No. I just- you guys started getting... loud. I went to check out what the noise was, I was gonna open the door, and then.."

"No, he won't like you." Wilbur snaps, eyes narrowing. His face is almost a scowl as he surveys his other half.

"You don't know that." Quackity argues, a hand touching Wilbur Soot's arm.

"I do." The other Wilbur seems almost annoyed when he says this, hands going to his jacket pockets.

Wilbur glances down at his left pocket, spotting the bulk of the playing cards. He must keep his cigarettes and lighter in the other.

After a bit of an uncomfortable silence, with Quackity clearly trying to catch Wilbur's gaze and have some sort of silent conversation with him, Wilbur sighs and heads for the door. "..guess I'll go back to the van, it's getting late and I don't want to miss any customers."

"You should stay," Quackity says, a little too quickly, "for dinner. So we can keep discussing... this." He gestures to the Wilbur standing in the middle of the room, who almost asks if that's his only reason for inviting the other to stay, but is cut short by the other Wilbur.

"I knew you liked me. Alas, I don't have time to party. Money won't make itself, or whatever they say.." he pouts, looking over his shoulder.

"Soot, be serious. There are more pressing matters than making a couple bucks off of my customers." Quackity's hands go to his hips, and he glares. Almost imperceptibly, his wings twitch.

"They're not even technically your customers if they're not- ..well, if you insist."