Quackity Rp Blog

DSMP Quackity living in Las Nevadas in the 1920s

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Welcome to the roaring 20s!

Hello everyone! This is a Quackity role play blog! Feel free to interact through any character you want and I am always begging for asks! I love talking to you guys!

Now the unfun, but useful part, the trigger warnings.. bum bum. This account talks about eating disorders and sometimes implied domestic abuse, but mostly it's the smaller stuff like alcohol or drugs. Suggestive posts will be marked!

My Quackity lives in Las Nevadas, and is single. He runs his casino and bartends from time to time, so if you need a recipe, he's your man. But he might recommend bread. Quackity is a duck hybrid with golden wings and no tail in this.

Ocs are always accepted. Come in with anything you got, whether or not you're in his universe. Become a main stay on the blog? You might get art.

I think that's everything, still new to this. Happy role playing and most importantly, don't be afraid to interact! Ducks may have teeth (they do, it's horrifying) but I don't bite!

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He hummed peacefully to the jazz as he looked up at Quackity after sitting down ] "Hmm.. now this is .. my kind of music.. just smoothe and not ear piercing. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity lowered his hand seeing as Schlatt sat down. He had been offering to dance with him. But as Schlatt sat, Quackity gave a small laugh. "The music out there is quite loud. But the singers are wonderful."

[the-roaring-ram]

" I bet.. Just not a fan of the loud sounds.. it reminds me of.. too much.. "

[ He stopped glarring at his hand seemingly having reminded himself of the dark times ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then we always have the radio. I created my parties to call to you, but it seems I got you wrong." Quackity stood beside his chair, looking out the large windows to the night sky. It was a nice feeling to just have him there. To know he was safe...

[the-roaring-ram]

" I- I don't know why'd you think that, with all the noises that happened on the ground from the war i- Oh.. right you we're Navy weren't you?- " [ He looked over at him, curiously ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Yeah.. I was a sea boy. Or a jarhead as I've been called so lovingly." Quackity gave a small chuckle as he placed a hand on Schlatt's shoulder in a comfort attempt.

[the-roaring-ram]

" If you ask me- You got it pretty easy on the sea, Because I don't think I'll ever like.. Loud stuff ever again, well.. except you " [ He chuckled and looked over at Quackity ]

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"The seas wasn't much better. The nights were frigid and the days were wet. Your clothes never felt like they ever dried and food ran out quickly. It wasn't easy. Land or sea." Quackity met Schlatt's eyes, trying to bond in the trauma they shared.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well most of the time you could sleep at peace. We had to sleep in the trenches.. whether it was cold.. or hot.. whether raining or not.. Most of the time when we woke up we we're covered in bugs.. mud and all sorts of things.. and sometimes we even woke up early because of gunfire... or ambushes "

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"It wasn't good for either of us..." Quackity sighed as he rubbed Schlatt's shoulder with his thumb. "But that's why we make up for it now." He tried to offer a bit of comfort, still optimistic for their future."

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He hummed peacefully to the jazz as he looked up at Quackity after sitting down ] "Hmm.. now this is .. my kind of music.. just smoothe and not ear piercing. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity lowered his hand seeing as Schlatt sat down. He had been offering to dance with him. But as Schlatt sat, Quackity gave a small laugh. "The music out there is quite loud. But the singers are wonderful."

[the-roaring-ram]

" I bet.. Just not a fan of the loud sounds.. it reminds me of.. too much.. "

[ He stopped glarring at his hand seemingly having reminded himself of the dark times ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then we always have the radio. I created my parties to call to you, but it seems I got you wrong." Quackity stood beside his chair, looking out the large windows to the night sky. It was a nice feeling to just have him there. To know he was safe...

[the-roaring-ram]

" I- I don't know why'd you think that, with all the noises that happened on the ground from the war i- Oh.. right you we're Navy weren't you?- " [ He looked over at him, curiously ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Yeah.. I was a sea boy. Or a jarhead as I've been called so lovingly." Quackity gave a small chuckle as he placed a hand on Schlatt's shoulder in a comfort attempt.

[the-roaring-ram]

" If you ask me- You got it pretty easy on the sea, Because I don't think I'll ever like.. Loud stuff ever again, well.. except you " [ He chuckled and looked over at Quackity ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The seas wasn't much better. The nights were frigid and the days were wet. Your clothes never felt like they ever dried and food ran out quickly. It wasn't easy. Land or sea." Quackity met Schlatt's eyes, trying to bond in the trauma they shared.

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He hummed peacefully to the jazz as he looked up at Quackity after sitting down ] "Hmm.. now this is .. my kind of music.. just smoothe and not ear piercing. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity lowered his hand seeing as Schlatt sat down. He had been offering to dance with him. But as Schlatt sat, Quackity gave a small laugh. "The music out there is quite loud. But the singers are wonderful."

[the-roaring-ram]

" I bet.. Just not a fan of the loud sounds.. it reminds me of.. too much.. "

[ He stopped glarring at his hand seemingly having reminded himself of the dark times ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then we always have the radio. I created my parties to call to you, but it seems I got you wrong." Quackity stood beside his chair, looking out the large windows to the night sky. It was a nice feeling to just have him there. To know he was safe...

[the-roaring-ram]

" I- I don't know why'd you think that, with all the noises that happened on the ground from the war i- Oh.. right you we're Navy weren't you?- " [ He looked over at him, curiously ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Yeah.. I was a sea boy. Or a jarhead as I've been called so lovingly." Quackity gave a small chuckle as he placed a hand on Schlatt's shoulder in a comfort attempt.

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He hummed peacefully to the jazz as he looked up at Quackity after sitting down ] "Hmm.. now this is .. my kind of music.. just smoothe and not ear piercing. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity lowered his hand seeing as Schlatt sat down. He had been offering to dance with him. But as Schlatt sat, Quackity gave a small laugh. "The music out there is quite loud. But the singers are wonderful."

[the-roaring-ram]

" I bet.. Just not a fan of the loud sounds.. it reminds me of.. too much.. "

[ He stopped glarring at his hand seemingly having reminded himself of the dark times ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then we always have the radio. I created my parties to call to you, but it seems I got you wrong." Quackity stood beside his chair, looking out the large windows to the night sky. It was a nice feeling to just have him there. To know he was safe...

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Oh god.. I pray they get at least get paid well….”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They do, they do! They have to or I'm sure I'd be losing men faster than they could even peel the oranges. Do attend, though! My parties set the pace and they take it faster."

[schlatt-is-president]

”I don’t doubt you, man. I’ll think about it, ’kay? Being such an important person means so much work..”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, you'll be in important company! You can meet anyone at my parties... though ironically I am not typically one of them. I stand on my catwalks longingly for hours while the others party. But a beautiful photographer will be there at the next party. I'm sure he'd love a picture of you if you'd let him. He has such an eye!"

[schlatt-is-president]

”…Yeah, fine, why the fuck not. I’m lonely and need to meet more people anyways…. Does this place at least have good security?”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Of course it does. Especially with one Wolf around. Well, that is his nickname anyway. These parties are an amazing place to meet people and make every kind of new friends. Rich ones at that. Maybe you'll even make good friends with that photographer."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Alright. I trust you, boss man. Better not disappoint.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I've never had a disappointed guest. Only a man angry I was just a bit better than him. Dumb man thought I was after his wife when I spend my days chasing a man."

[schlatt-is-president]

”…..I’m not gonna ask. When’s the next party, exactly? Or is it one of those things where it’s such a big event there’s no way I won’t hear about it..”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Oh, of course the latter. People hear my music all the way across the river. That is my hope anyway..."

"But, my parties are widely regarded as something every upstanding person that likes to have fun goes to. I don't know how that happened but it wasn't of my own doing."

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Oh god.. I pray they get at least get paid well….”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They do, they do! They have to or I'm sure I'd be losing men faster than they could even peel the oranges. Do attend, though! My parties set the pace and they take it faster."

[schlatt-is-president]

”I don’t doubt you, man. I’ll think about it, ’kay? Being such an important person means so much work..”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, you'll be in important company! You can meet anyone at my parties... though ironically I am not typically one of them. I stand on my catwalks longingly for hours while the others party. But a beautiful photographer will be there at the next party. I'm sure he'd love a picture of you if you'd let him. He has such an eye!"

[schlatt-is-president]

”…Yeah, fine, why the fuck not. I’m lonely and need to meet more people anyways…. Does this place at least have good security?”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Of course it does. Especially with one Wolf around. Well, that is his nickname anyway. These parties are an amazing place to meet people and make every kind of new friends. Rich ones at that. Maybe you'll even make good friends with that photographer."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Alright. I trust you, boss man. Better not disappoint.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I've never had a disappointed guest. Only a man angry I was just a bit better than him. Dumb man thought I was after his wife when I spend my days chasing a man."

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Oh god.. I pray they get at least get paid well….”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They do, they do! They have to or I'm sure I'd be losing men faster than they could even peel the oranges. Do attend, though! My parties set the pace and they take it faster."

[schlatt-is-president]

”I don’t doubt you, man. I’ll think about it, ’kay? Being such an important person means so much work..”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, you'll be in important company! You can meet anyone at my parties... though ironically I am not typically one of them. I stand on my catwalks longingly for hours while the others party. But a beautiful photographer will be there at the next party. I'm sure he'd love a picture of you if you'd let him. He has such an eye!"

[schlatt-is-president]

”…Yeah, fine, why the fuck not. I’m lonely and need to meet more people anyways…. Does this place at least have good security?”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Of course it does. Especially with one Wolf around. Well, that is his nickname anyway. These parties are an amazing place to meet people and make every kind of new friends. Rich ones at that. Maybe you'll even make good friends with that photographer."

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He hummed peacefully to the jazz as he looked up at Quackity after sitting down ] "Hmm.. now this is .. my kind of music.. just smoothe and not ear piercing. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity lowered his hand seeing as Schlatt sat down. He had been offering to dance with him. But as Schlatt sat, Quackity gave a small laugh. "The music out there is quite loud. But the singers are wonderful."

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Oh god.. I pray they get at least get paid well….”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They do, they do! They have to or I'm sure I'd be losing men faster than they could even peel the oranges. Do attend, though! My parties set the pace and they take it faster."

[schlatt-is-president]

”I don’t doubt you, man. I’ll think about it, ’kay? Being such an important person means so much work..”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, you'll be in important company! You can meet anyone at my parties... though ironically I am not typically one of them. I stand on my catwalks longingly for hours while the others party. But a beautiful photographer will be there at the next party. I'm sure he'd love a picture of you if you'd let him. He has such an eye!"

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Heh really now ? " [He chuckles and looked down at the plants, taking in the breath of nature, even though it wasnt the same as a forest, beggars cant be choosers ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They and I have a lot in common when it comes to dancing." Quackity put out a hand as the radio filled the room with soft jazz. It was no live band, it was no professional singer in the same room as him, but it was nice. It was them.

[quackity-rp-blog]

Are you just another Gatsby

@modern-jay-gatsby is bro in your universes

Do you count as a Gatsby

Does that make Schlatt Nick

"Um, hello sirs. Gatsby? What a hell of a name. But no, I'm not a "Gatsby", I'm a duck. And as far as Schlatt being "Nick", he's a handful sometimes but I wouldn't call him a nick. Nothing is damaged because of him, nothing has been nicked."

"I think you too have been going a little heavy on the champagne."

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Oh god.. I pray they get at least get paid well….”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"They do, they do! They have to or I'm sure I'd be losing men faster than they could even peel the oranges. Do attend, though! My parties set the pace and they take it faster."

[the-roaring-ram]

Amongst the dazzling lights and short dresses of the 1920, watching over a party full to the brim with laughing guests that indulged in the endless lobsters and cocktails that never seemed to end, the smell of cigarettes creeping towards the ceilings, where Quackity resided, looking longingly towards the crowd, still afraid to join the party.

[ Schlatt was walking by, has he walks by the club he tried to cover his eyes and ears up, all this loud noise.. it was reminding him of too many bad memories, he tried to just head home, grocery bag holding against his arms, he hated having to cover his ears and eyes, he felt like the action made him look weak but.. he felt that having a panic attack would make him look crazy AND weak ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he passed, a few people trickled out. The early arrivers started to head out as their alcoholic night spoke to their heads more than their legs could take. Whisperings about the host of the party filled the air, his name never passing their lips, though heckling remarks flowed freely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt kept his ears covered but he managed to hear the remarks, stopping infront of the door as he looked up at the building, taking a deep breath, he hated this but his curiosity was getting the best of him has he went and walked in slowly, he had passed this place thousands of times and for once he finally went in ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

The house was spectacular. A large fountain stood proudly behind a crowd of nearly a hundred, despite the trickling party guests that stolled towards the door. People seemed more dressed up than ever, fancy dresses and suits blurred together as partners danced across a tiled floor.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt felt.. uneazed, he didn't feel like he belonged here at all but for some resson he kept looking around curiously, trying to ignore peoples glances as he took a deep breath again and clesred his mind ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Up on the catwalk he saw a man. There was a feeling of familiarity as he gazed uneasily up into the man's face. Were he in a better mind, he felt like he'd immediately recognize him. But this man's eyes were sadder, frown lines peaking through his dimples. As he stared, his eyes locking onto the man's pleasant face, a scar across his eyes locked the thought finally clicked. Quackity.

It was odd. He hadn't seen him since the Great War. The trenches were the last place he'd seen him, and now he stood above him in an elegant manor. Caked on mud now swapped for makeup, a uniform swapped for a nice suit. There was not his soldier.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt eyes widens has he hit head a couple of time with the palm of his hand, trying to make the memories from in the trenches go away, the bad ones ofcourse but it was hard, as looked at the other being all fancy and way better dressed then him, he turned seemingly about to leave the place as he cleaned his horns and closed his eyes trying to make his way out ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

As he strolled towards the door, a gasp came from the catwalk as the man who stood there went dashing toward the stairs. His wings tightened on his back as he took the stairs down two steps at a time, trying to make it to him before he lost his love.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt didn't hear the gasp due to the sounds around him has he pushed his hand against the door, opening it as he was slowly stepping outside, seemingly starting to listen to his surroundings now that everything felt.. quiet ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Only moments later, the large doors burst open. A wave of the indoor music leaking out as they swung harshly against their hinges and a man passed through the threshold. He was panting as he came to a stop, the rush of emotions clogging up any escaped breaths. His eyes had grown dimmer since the last time they'd seen each other, yet that seemed to be the only discrepancy.

When he had known him, his face was littered with red blotches from the icy weather. But now, the man that stood before him had a even spread of clear skin. The years had been kinder to him, than they had been to Schlatt.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Hearing the loud noise of running behind him out of a reflex schlatt went and grabbed the other by the coat with his fist up ready to punch but he stopped, noticing that the other was no danger to him has he took a bit to see the others face and other things, he looked.. better way better then the first time they met ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity threw his hands up defensively, only to slowly lower them as Schlatt's hostility drained. One hand slowly raised to cover Schlatt's. Resting his palm over his knuckles as he started to catch his breath.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatts seeming moment of rage started to fade away, has he looked some more at the other, feeling a weird feeling in his heart but he tried to shove under thinking it might just be some more of his ptsd acting up ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I saw you," Quackity panted out the tail end of his words before soothing the fire in his lungs with the air of the pleasant night sky. As his breathing evened, a small smile pulled across his features, two small dimples forming in the wells of his cheeks.

[the-roaring-ram]

" What do you mean?" Schlatt asked curiously has he looks down at the other, all that filled his mind was the battlefield from that day, when he looked at the other, his breathing getting slightly faster

[quackity-rp-blog]

"From the balcony." Quackity's smile finally finished forming, the gleam coming back to his eyes as he looked into Schlatt's. "At the party. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure you'd enjoy the lobster. Cocktails?"

[the-roaring-ram]

" I.. I can't.. the noise.. the lights.. it.. reminds me too much of ther great war.. way too much.. I don't like the noise.. I.. "

[ He seemingly froze for a moment, stuck in his thoughts, his hands shook a bit ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then," Quackity stuttered over his words, his mind racing to find a solution that would keep his love around. "Why don't we just take a stroll around the courtyard? The sound bleed shouldn't be too horrible." Quackity looked up at him desperately. It had been too long to let him just leave like this.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt came back to reality, enough to understand the other and know what he was saying, he thought for a moment before his hands went steady again ]

"Yeah.. Sure that sounds .. nice "

[quackity-rp-blog]

Slowly his hand let go of Schlatt's, stepping back to allow him some breathing room before turning to face the courtyard. Long distances of grass were laid out before him, a small pond calling the yard home amongst the walls of bushes that lead around a elegant brick path. Perfect for stroll, at least in Quackity's opinion

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt followed along behind the other, walking but also seemingly observing everything, not in a fascinated way though no, seemingly he was looking around has if he was scanning for any possible threats, thinking to himself where a threat could be, he never changed ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity walked awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He'd thrown parties hoping he would come in but now that he was here, he had no words to say. His wings flicked nervously as they made their way down the brick path, toward a sitting area where a few benches awaited them both.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ Schlatt stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, there wasn't really.. much to talk about, his own lifes been pretty boring and PTSD striken ever since the end of the Great war, he hasn't even seen anyone else in a while except for the usual cashier clerk ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

When they arrived to the benches, Quackity sat down, looking back to Schlatt with wide eyes to invite him to do the same. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.." The tail end of his words ended slowly, sadness hiding in the ridden out syllable.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Living.. I guess, not much interesting ever since the end of the war. just.. waking up, working out.. dodging loud places, other things like that.. how about you? I see your doing.. well for yourself "

[ Schlatt scratched his arm, fixing his coat has he went and looked at the other, not really expecting the other to relate too much to him since Schlatt was in the army and Quackity was in the.. navy he thinks, he forgot ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I got home and didn't exactly have much to my name so I," Quackity gestured vaguely to the main house, "maybe my pennies multiply. I got into business with someone and uh, well, I've been throwing parties since." Quackity turned longingly to the side of his property, gazing out absent-mindedly at the stars above him.

[the-roaring-ram]

" Why are you throwing so many parties then? " [Schlatt looked over at the other curiously and waited a response, before looking around the yard once again scanning for any threats ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well... I hoped you'd wander in." A small smile dug itself a home in his face as he turned back to Schlatt. "I didn't know where you had ended up when things ended, and I thought if i got famous enough you'd come find me."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Well you we're out of luck.. I dodge party places.. the noise it reminds me of.. the bullets.. the.. explosions, someone spilling a drink, reminds me of blood flying everywhere.. It's not a good.. memory, So I stayed off of stuff. reading the journal.. Moved here from the Soviet Union after the war.. wanted somewere calm to be. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Well, welcome to Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps. But I'm sure you can find yourself a quiet place." Quackity's eyes drifted over his estate, over the long stretches of grass and even down to the stables. "My home is typically silent... Unless there's a party and even then, I'd love to take you to my library. I collected tons of books, I'm sure one will fit your fancy."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Would love the offer but.. I'm not really a reader- I only know some.. basic english words in writting, im a more.. speaking english guy. Da? "

[ He looked at the other while scratching his chops has he tries to not poke the other in the eye while looking around ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Then... we could just go up and listen to the radio. Put on some records and talk?" Quackity looked back to him with hopeful eyes. "Or maybe even go for a horseback ride? I have ponies."

[the-roaring-ram]

" Hm... Maybe listen to the radio, sometimes horses are too loud.. and the horse shoes clips and claps like reloading a gun or a gun firing so I can't do that. "

[quackity-rp-blog]

"I'm sure we could find something nice to listen to." Quackity offered a hand out to Schlatt, hopeful eyes hiding beneath his lashes. "I missed you."

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He took the others hand and stood up, holding it has he fixed his hair to be out of his face ]

" Whatever you say dork " [ He chuckled ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

He felt so small looking up at him but it wasn't a bad feeling. He felt small in such a way that a cat hidden in its bed of blankets would feel small. His pupils were wide with unspoken love, but his eyelids hung down with the pull of the moon calling for sleep.

Quackity led him by his hands towards the mansion, though his destination was the backdoor. That way they'd avoid the party entirely.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He made sure to follow along, though still weary of his surroundings he seemed to be.. more calm and focused on the other, has they made their way to the backdoor of the mansion he took a deep breath of fresh air before following the other inside ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him to the back porch where a few loungers laid among the complicated wood patterning that separated the grass backyard from the tall walls of his mansion. With quick strides, he passed through the sliding glass doors into a large living room, full to the brim with beautiful plants. It seemed to be a observatory at heart.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He smiled for a split second at the sudden smell of plants.. He .. Loved that smell, It didn't smell like.. Alchool.. Gunpowder or blood no.. it just smellt.. nice.. A smell he hasn't smelled or remembered in a LONG time. ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"The observatory..." Quackity led him slower, letting Schlatt take in this room as he noticed his happier expression. He liked being there too, it had more life in this room than the bristling party.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He seemed to take in some deep breath, enjoying the smell has much as he could as he kept on looking around, Fascinated by the flowers, mostly because it feels weird not to see them.. dead or burnt. In a long time ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

"We can relax in here if you'd like, this place has a radio too." Quackity stopped before he reached the door, turning around to watch Schlatt's happiness. It was a pleasant sight to see. "These monsteras have grown nearly double in size." He made his way to a large green plant comprised of no flowers, only massive leaves.

[the-roaring-ram]

[ He followed and looked up at the plant, carefully looking around at all of them, feeling his heartbeat calm down as he seemed to be less tensed up now ]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity switched on the radio, letting the sound flow into the small sun room. "You know, they say plants like music." Quackity stepped back, meeting Schlatt at his shoulder. "They say it's a whole bunch of science, but I think they like to dance." His mouth curved up into a small smile, a pleasant look spreading across his face.

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."

[schlatt-is-president]

”Who in God’s green fuck is fully dressed in the pool?? I feel like I should beat their ass.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"People drunk on champagne feeling a bit extra. My staff have to fish headbands and ties out of the pool at the end of every night."

[quackity-rp-blog]

Hello, friend.

I'm bored and you seem rather interesting! Do you like cards?

Do you want to play a game? -♠️

"I would love to. Cards is one of the best things at these blasted parties. I'll show you to one of my tables."

[spadesgame]

"Lovely"

[quackity-rp-blog]

Quackity led him towards one of the blackjack tables, shoeing those there already away from the table to give them space. The only people that remained were Quackity, Spade and the dealer.

[spadesgame]

Spade sat down quietly, staring at the man. He'd caught his interest recently. A smart man... perhaps not as smart as he was used to but smart enough to entertain. At least for a night while he waited for the poison to work it's way into the system of his target.

"What would you like to play? Since I've whisked you from the party it's only fair you get to choose." His voice had a soft lilt to it his usual British accent covered to make him sound nearly American. Just enough to confuse.

[quackity-rp-blog]

"No one could ever go wrong with a game of blackjack. I invite you to try me." A deck of cards was swiftly lifted into the dealers hands and passed out amongst the players. One up, one down as always. Quackity started the betting as he was on the left, throwing out a $10 chip.

[quackity-rp-blog]

Just shakes you and then falls over.

-@schlatt-is-president

"I see another one had too much champagne..."

[schlatt-is-president]

“TSK TSK TSK. You be nice to me, young man. Respect your elders or whatever..”

“You’re probably older than me.”

[quackity-rp-blog]

"Hey, the champagne is there to be drank. At least you're not fully dressed in the pool."