ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ

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I like this one :]
Also

I'm so proud of my love <33333333

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// Third Person POV //
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Wilbur and Quackity sat down on their couch with Quackity seated in Wilbur's lap, playing with his hair while somewhat paying attention to the show the two were watching.

"Why do we watch this stuff at night?" Wilbur rested his hand on Quackity's thigh and tapped his fingers on it, leaning into his lover's hand.

"Huh? Oh, I dunno." Quackity glanced back at the tv, the two were watching 'Cake Wars'
(Not me watching cake wars alone :'})

"I want cake noww-" Quackity whined as he relaxed on Wilbur, knotting his fingers into his hair, getting his ring tangled in a bit.

"Mmmm, me too.." Wilbur huffed, petting Quackity's head, and staring at the tv.

"Hey, duckling?"

"Wilbur?"

"You want to know what I just realized..." He slightly smiled, looking down at the duck wrapped in his arms.

"What did you just realize, baby?"

"We're adults, yes?"

"Last time I checked-"

"And we have our own moneyyy~"

"Mhmm?"

"And a carrr"

Quackity raised a brow and looked up at Wilbur, "Uh-huh.."

"And we make our own decisionss-"

"Oooh-" 

"Yeeeaaah"

"Get our own cakeee" (169, nice)

"Yeeessssss, other than your-"

"Make a comment about my ass and I swear to the living gods." Wilbur laughed as Quackity rolled his eyes, going to untangle his ring from Wilbur's curls.

"Fineee," He laughed and helped Quackity, watching as he stood up.

"Get your ass off the couch."

"Oh, so you can make comments about my ass?" He stood up and stared down at Quackity, "Also, sofa." He smiled and patted the duck's head, "You'll get it soon, my love."

"At this point, I'm just saying couch to piss you off."

"Well, it's working."

Q giggled and grabbed Wilbur's hand, going out the door, "What flavor are we getting?"

"Uuuhhmmmm-"

"Eh, we'll figure out when we get there."

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-Word Count: 280-

The title might have been misleading...
But I don't care, it's 12 am and I like writing domestic shit :3

I hope you all have a wonderful Day/Afternoon/Night
Make sure you eat something and drink our holy water >:D

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