Wilbur is true to his word and comes back the next day to check on him. For the first night sleeping outside it wasn't so bad, although his back does hurt quite a bit.
The taller male comes by in the early morning wearing a brown trench coat since it's more chilly out. He also has some food with him and a blanket.
"I brought some stuff for you if you want it" he says as he follows the shorter male into the alleyway where his stuff is set up. Quackity has a makeshift bed going with a few blankets and a black tarp that he has.
"Thanks" Quackity accepts the blanket and food.
"Ima be gone for my work most of the day" Wilbur says, "so I figured I'd give you those now."
The shorter male is curious what he does for work but decides not to ask too much.
"Were you ok out here alone last night?" the other man asks, looking concerned.
"I was fine" Quackity replies, giving him a slight smile. The reality is he feels humiliated to be in a place like this and even more so when he is being helped by a lower middle class guy who probably isn't far off of being in the same situation.
Once Wilbur leaves he gets up and grabs some new clothes deciding to try and find a place to shower and change. He decides on trying the local pool because they have showers in the lockers. He grabs his half empty bottle of cheap 3 in 1 shampoo from his bag hiding it under his sweatshirt then starts to walk.
He tries to act confident as he heads to the pool, he steps inside the building and the bell makes a small tinkling noise. The person at the desk hardly looks up at him.
He walks into the lockers where only a few probably professional swimmers are. He looks down at the ground as he sets his stuff down.
"Hey, you" one of the guys steps closer to him.
The shorter male starts to feel uncomfortable immediately,
"What?" he asks looking up to meet his gaze.
The guy points to a sign hung on the wall, a notice reading "No homeless" with smaller text underneath talking about showers. Quackity's heart drops slightly.
"No, I'm here to swim" he insists.
"With a shampoo bottle?" the man asks, "you should probably leave man" he wrinkles his nose slightly before he walks to the shower area.
Quackity quickly gathers his stuff, feeling the eyes of the other guys in there on him. He hurries out of the guys locker room and accidentally almost crashes into a girl that is going into the girls lockers.
"Oh!" she says in surprise and stares at him.
"Sorry" he apologizes quickly.
"Are you ok?" she asks concerned, then notices the bottle he's carrying. "Oh..." her gaze softens, "did they kick you out?" she asks.
Quackity nods slowly.
"You're welcome in the girls lockers if you want" she offers, "we don't mind, it's only those rich stuck up guys that always come in the morning that are jerks."
He stares at her in surprise feeling like it's a little illegal to shower in the girls lockers because he's a man.
"Are you sure? I'm a guy..." he murmurs.
"I'm sure, come on" she gestures him inside the girls lockers.
He is in need of a shower so he follows her keeping his head down.
There's a few girls in there with her and they stare at him a little confused as he steps inside.
"He's with me" the girl beside him says rather confidently for all the stares they are getting. "the guys kicked him out of the other lockers" she rolls her eyes slightly as she says it. Those guys in there must have caused her some trouble as well in the past.
"Here" she offers him a towel.
"Thanks" he says, taking it.
He walks past the other girls quickly trying not to look at any of them. He gets into one of the showers and swishes the curtain closed. He sets the shampoo bottle down then starts to undress fast, setting the clothes outside the shower.
He feels very awkward knowing he's showering in the girls lockers. Despite being gay, he doesn't want to make any of them uncomfortable.
He turns on the water and stands under it letting the warmth rush over him and sooth the remaining discomfort of sleeping on the ground the other night. He starts to wash up as fast as possible, not wanting to stay too long. He wants to stay in the warmth but hesitantly turns the shower water off.
He grabs the towel from where he placed it with his clothes and starts toweling himself off. He then slowly grabs each article of clothing one by one and dresses slowly.
Finally he steps out from behind the curtain and out of the shower to get his socks and shoes on. The girls are still there, all of them dressed in their swimsuits.
He feels embarrassed by their stares.
One of the girls gets up as he's about to leave
"I have a blow dryer with me" she offers, "if you want to dry your hair."
"Oh...thanks" he turns back around, surprised by the offer.
She brings it over to the mirrors and he walks over there as well. She plugs it in for him then smiles and steps away.
He starts to dry his hair with the blow dryer, the warmth and wind makes his hair even fluffier than it usually is when dry.
Finally he turns it off and sets it down carefully, turning back to the girls.
"Thank you for your kindness" he says.
"Of course, you seem real nice" the girl who offered the blow dryer smiles at him.
"Will you come back sometime?" the girl that originally invited him into the girls lockers asks.
"Probably... if I can" he replies a little nervously, "I don't know of anywhere else... I promise I won't creep on all of you, I'm gay."
"That's not a surprise" the one girl is unplugging her blow dryer, "your appearance and attitude screams gay" she says, "no offense."
"None taken" Quackity nods to her, he has been trying to "scream gay" to everyone for a while due to the job he had worked, he's more likely to get clients the more twinky he presents in his case since he's got a more skinny and short build.
The attire at work had rubbed off on him and he understands why the girls would assume he's gay without him telling them.
"Are you actually homeless?" one of the girls asks.
He nods, "lost my job and then my apartment all in the same week."
"I hope something works out for you" she says, giving him a sad smile.
He nods then walks out of the girls locker room. He walks out to the front of the public pool and returns the towel then leaves.
He decides to make his way back to his shelter, food can wait and he doesn't want to waste the little money he still has in his bank account.
He sits alone in his shelter before deciding he should ask Wilbur later for some tools. He wants to set up another tarp to make a makeshift tent in case it rains. The weather is getting worse as his situation gets more scary.
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Attached ♡ A Tnt Duo au
Romance"Avoid any attachment to clients, they are there to spend money for your body and nothing more." After Quackity finds himself fired from his only job at the club and evicted from his apartment, he takes cover in an alleyway while he tries to figure...
