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Is for you

THANK YOU the second one is LIIITERALLY my quackity :/ he is like 2 feet tall.................

[quackitlee-hq]

i am silly and have. lost motivation.

there will be replies eventually, but there will be a while until i do so. i do want to apologize, i know i get on here and leave a lot. i appreicate the support i have been given, but i need a little bit to be normal

i dont know how long i will be, it ranges from a week to 6 months. but all will be answered eventually

[quackitlee-hq]

"Yeah, well enough." The smaller avian sat down awkwardly, hands clutching at his pants as he stared at the floor. "Do you need me to do anything, or-?"

(Heyooo! :3)

Phil was sitting in the tree. looking over Las Navadas, he was just spying, Techno was curious on this place. And wanted Phil to look over since he’s busy.

He looked over the area, trying to get a closer look, eventually landing on the ground with a thud.

(Secret stealth mission: failed)

During his usual daily rounds, Quackity made sure to be on extra high alert. Rumors had spread of spies, and though he didn't mind rumors, it didn't hurt to be extra careful.

It turned out to be a good thing, though, as he whipped around to see a familiar blonde fallen to the floor out of the tree. His wings pinned against his head, eye narrowing as he stormed up to the man.

"Philza, what are you doing here?" He spoke quietly, though his tone was filled with venom.

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replies slow again this weekend. all will be responded to, i just need some extra time

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Quackity squealed at the raspberry and the sensation of the other man pressed against his skin, but squealed even louder before he got the chance to recover. His wings extended, flapping about as he laughed loudly. His noises were bright and happy, even as he struggled around. The struggle, that found him flipped where he sat, back to Wilbur as he tried and failed to fight the other off.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

He cackled, trying to twist his body away from Wilbur and his evil hands. "WilbUR! NohOho, I cahaHAN'T!" The avian continued to try to push at him, blabbering out nonsense. Though, he was careful to avoid the word stop, so communications were never muddied.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

He yelped, quickly pushing at Wilbur's sides. He did his best to push at them, but he didn't have much strength behind it as he was preoccupied with the spurts of tasers to his hips. "Wilbhbur!" He gasped, thrashing as usual.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

There was a flinch at the slow movement, Quackity quickly snatching up Wilbur's wrist and holding it away from his body. He bit back the pre-giggle that threatened to leave him, turning to look at Wilbur. "I'm not digging anything. I am sitting on the couch." He continued to deny.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

Quackity moved to the best of his ability once again, pressed into the arm of the couch. He leaned away from the hand that he felt, refusing to look at Wilbur now. "Absolutely not. Is there a reason you're getting so close? Did you miss me?" Objectively, messing with the other more wasn't going to help, but he hoped it would distract him from the task at hand.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

Quackity's smile became a little more nervous, regretting his actions as Wilbur pressed. "No, not at all. Nothing is going to happen, I am sure of it." The wings in place of his ears shook out, a couple stray feathers following as they pinned themselves back against his head.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

"I wouldn't call them snarky. More truthful than anything. And I'm not concerned, it's just very warm where you are." He lied through his teeth, a half smile making its way to his face.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[quackitlee-hq]

He rolled his eye. "If your murder is anything like what happened, I'm not concerned." He made sure his voice was confident, but moved a little further away from the Brit. He wasn't worried, but he was a little bit worried.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

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"Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. It sucks to lose, I know. But you're taking it like a champ." Quackity teased with a chuckle, sitting back down on the couch as well.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

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The avian sighed softly, glad he didn't do anything wrong. He ran a hand through his hair, expression changing to a lighthearted smile like usual. "Other than that, would you call us even now?"

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

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"Wilbur!" Quackity mocked. Though, at the request, he quickly changed his tactic to something more gentle, trailing his hands to and down the sides to be sure he didnt overstep the boundaries in place.

"You okay there, man?" He asked, completely removing his hands to make sure everything was alright and that he didn't make the other upset.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

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"No, I'm making us even. You asked for this, I'm going to give it to you!" He said with a large grin, continuing with what he was doing. He stayed on that spot for a moment, taking advantage of the tone of laughter it caused. "You'll be sorry, trust me." Without warning, he bent down and gave Wilbur a raspberry on the showing skin. "I'll stop when you are!"

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

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"This is more fair than ever. You tried to kill me! All I'm doing is making us even." He huffed, grinning. He took a page out of Wilbur's book, grabbing his wrists and holding them out of his way. He used the opportunity to scribble at his tummy, taking advantage of the yellow sweater riding up just slightly. "Are you sorry yet?"

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.