#quackity tag

[wilburgersoot]

[dreamteamgiggles]

Quackity called Sapnap in advance, beckoning him to Las Nevadas so he could surprise him. He set up a dinner that contained all of the things Sapnap mentioned in passing that he enjoyed.

The avian's mom taught him how to cook, and it was the best way for him to show love. He wasn't officially moved in with Karl and Sapnap yet, since they both had different countries to run, but if he were? They'd be getting breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day. You could call it a love language.

He was lighting candles, making sure the table was set nicely so it was comfortable, before he heard a knocking at the door. He smiled, rushing over and checking himself in the mirror. He smoothed out his dark red shirt, wanting to look his best for the man of the hour (his fiancé). He opened the door, a soft smile on his face.

"Sapnap! Bienvenidos! Please come in!"

{ @quackitlee-hq }

Sapnap always dressed business casual whenever he stepped foot in Las Nevadas, otherwise he felt underdressed. He wore his cleanest shoes, black kaki pants, a black button up, and a few accessories. (Watch, rings, necklace ext.) He waved to a few Las Nevadas members on his way to Quackity's quarters, being familiar with just about all of them. Knocking on the door Sapnap fixes hair and jewelry for the hundredth time, wondering how he can even still get nervous about how he looked on a date with someone hes been with for years. "Hey Baby! Good to see you, you look great!" He knew Quackity was in host mode a little bit but he still greeted him with a gentle kiss on the cheek as he stepped in

[quackitysnotfound]

Alex on stream today

[qquacksity]

QUACKITY ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و ♡!!

quackity en modo IA ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ ๋࣭ ⭑

[arieava]

c!quackity bitches will hear i almost do by taylor swift and collapse into a crying sobbing screaming wreck

[apatheticdaydreamer]

@fowlblackjack whispers to you: geoorege pea (1.12)

quackity whispers to you: mfine ia sfn i help- no no nnaehs going to hurt hem and its all m yyy FAULT- (1.15)

quackity whispers to you: my back hutrs (1.20)

quackity whispers to you: m ginf e im FN im going hmoe im going home never nvm i can do i t . (1.38)

Initially,George's plans for the day consisted of Sleep,More sleep,and being bothered by the ghost in his head. But when you receive a blast of messages at 1 in the morning from your very close friend who is seemingly getting himself into more and more trouble everyday,it's hard to go to sleep.

Especially with such cryptic spelling filling the small screen of George's communicator. The sound of buzzing was what had woken him,but the panic that came with worrying for Quackity is what kept him awake.

Without much thought,George was stumbling out of bed,trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Ignoring Dreams complaints,he got dressed in something suitable to go "adventuring" in. It was less adventuring, more a feverish search for Quackity. But he was tired and other words for it wouldn't come to mind. While he clipped his cape on,George looked over the messages he'd sent in response.

>GeorgenotFound whispers to you: Quackity? Are you alright? [1.40]

>GeorgenotFound whispers to you: Quackity. Who's going to hurt who? [1.45]

>GeorgnotFound whispers to you: Big Q,answer please? Are you okay?[1.52]

It had been too long of a time for no reply,George decided, as he practically dug through the code on his communicator. His mind may have been in a constant state of exhaustion, but he still knew how to get the information he wanted. It was easy for the crafty bastard to get his hands on the coordinates the last transmission came from. And with that,he was off,recognizing that it was faintly around the desert.

When George finally did get to the coords,he started off at a sprint to the form in the sand he figured was his friends. When he came to it,Q was curled on the ground,covered in sand and shaking. Dropping to his knees,George deftly covered him with his cloak,trying to coax him awake.

"Q? Big q? Hey,wake up,are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone like this. Are you on a bender or something?"

He tried to joke,but the concern in his voice bled through,brushing hair and sand off his friends cheeks.

[sootsunrise]

how do you live with it.

( @fowlblackjack )

well, then. hello, q.

[synchlora]

[ID: a picture of quackity peering through the office window. He is smiling widely, only his head visible. /end ID]

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