just coming by to say c! karl does NOT hate c! quackity and vise versa. they are just both petty and have misscomunication issues. they very much still love eachother otherwise they would literally not be petty about anything and just not think about each other at all.
“You’re welcome to stay here,” Karl says, with a little hesitation.
He definitely does mean the invitation he's giving to Quackity though. One look at the man, black strands of hair flying in every direction, dark circles underneath his eyes, and clothes that were damp from the ongoing thunderstorm, was enough to feel pity for the guy.
Even if Karl doesn’t know him that well, it’d be wrong to not at least let him inside to wait for the rain to pass.
“Nah, it’s okay. I still have some work I have to finish up for Schlatt anyway.” Quackity is avoiding eye contact.
“Are you sure, I can make you a quick bowl of soup or something? Maybe even for the walk back?” Karl offers.
“Really, it’s -” Quackity is cut off by the sound of a low grumble.
Karl does his best to hold back a giggle.
“Dude, was that your stomach?” Karl holds a sweater sleeve up to his mouth in a smile.
“Maybe. Look, I have to go,” Quackity’s face is a little red as he turns to walk away.
“Nope, you’re coming in with me,” Karl says, grabbing one of Quackity’s rain soaked arms. “And you're eating soup. And while we're at it, I’ll give you a change of clothes.”
Quackity protests some more and Karl drags him into his and Sapnap’s home. He puts Quackity on the couch in front of a television playing cartoon reruns.
And once Quackity realizes he’s stuck for now, Karl asks if he prefers a certain kind of soup. He doesn’t, so Karl's starts up a hearty potato stew.
While that’s going on the stove, he also goes through Sapnap’s hoodies to let Quackity borrow. They’re about the same height and plus Karl thinks Sapnap’s clothes are the comfiest anyway.
Karl chooses a soft gray hoodie for Quackity. It’s one that Karl has slept in a lot, so hopefully Quackity likes it too.
“Thanks Karl, you didn’t need to do all this,” Quackity says, now dressed in Sapnap’s hoodie. He’s practically scarfing down the potato stew and is leaving dribbles of it in the corners of his mouth.
The whole scene gives Karl butterflies. He doesn't think about why though.
“Don’t worry about it. We all know you do so much work for Manburg, so you deserve a break every now and again.” Karl can’t keep himself from smiling.
“Not gonna lie Karl, the cabinet has been doing a stupid fucking amount of work. Especially since Schlatt just sits there and drinks ninety percent of the time,” Quackity explains.
Karl listens while Quackity talks at length about all the tasks he’s been doing. And even though it was a little concerning how many all-nighters it sounds he has to pull just to keep up with the job, Quackity is so animated and keeps his work stories entertaining, it leaves Karl crying in laughter.
“Wait, I think it’s done storming Quackity,” Karl says, standing up to take a look out the window.
The clouds are still in the sky, but they’re like soft white cotton candy.
“Quackity?” Karl turns around to see his eyes are closed. His mouth is open a little as he breathes peacefully.
Karl laughs softly at the sight.
He is glad Quackity is getting some overdue rest and Karl drapes a warm blue quilt over his shoulders.
~***~
A/N: I’m in the middle of some life stuff, so I’m not going to be able to make super long fictions until about early February, so I’m going to be posting these short little stories to keep me occupied.
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