“ "You- you drink everyday! Says it 'calms your nerves' when you're even more of an asshole to me when your drunk! When's the last time you've gone a week- no, no, a day without drinking?" He tries to keep his tone steady, as getting as angry as he is never works.
Quackity's wings tuck closer to his back at the familiar insult, digging his claws into his palms. "I fucking told you to quit saying that shit!" He screeches, swallowing and readjusting his beanie afterwards.
"I was going to help you. But apparently you don't need it, huh?" ”
- @best-vice-evr
The ram only chuckled when he heard the smaller man screech about the annoying title. "Oh- flatty patty flatty patty! Fucking LOSER! Fuckin-Fucking stupid bitch!" He jested and teased, how the man managed to keep the childish teasing tone of a kid on a playground while facing his presidency partner was baffling.
"You think you're such, hot shit! News flash Quackity! You're not!" Schlatt shouted, waving his hands wildly. To anyone outside looking in the windows, this would look like a bizarre game of charades. Schlatt's tail flicked as he looked around, bitting at his lip.
Schlatt scowled at the continued criticism of his habits, before biting at his own tongue till he tasted a tinge of copper coat his tongue. He hissed in displeasure as he moved to grab his empty glass from his desk, throwing it past Q's head, the loud shattering of the crystalline glass ringing between the two.
"Shut the fuck up Q. You couldn't have won without ME. I don't fuckin' NEED you to help me. You need me to fuckin'- help you!" Schlatt spat back at his other. He huffed angrily, lip twitching in anger? No, more some nasty mix of drunken annoyance.. Schlatt laughed hoarsely as he stared at the avian hybrid infront of him. "Fuckin, pussy. Go- go do some fuckin pushups before you come walking back in here like that, pussy-" Schlatt reached for straw at that last insult, drawing a blank and just giving a half witted insult like any other time.