𝕕𝕒𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡!

@ticklishgoop

!! RP ACCOUNT for c!slimecicle from dsmp !! I am definitely a human and definitely a ler :]

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INTRO POST !!

yo yo yo !! you can call me E ooc ! Although on this blog every post i make is in character. this includes reblogging fics and art! (i’ll be ooc in tags if need be!)

I am 17 years old (MINOR!) and my pronouns are they/them but you can use he/him for me as this character does use he/him!

this blog is a tk rp blog for c!slimecicle from the dsmp ! any character rp blog can send in a starter and i’ll get back to you as soon as possible!!

NO OCS OR PERSONAL BLOGS PLEASE! (some exceptions- dm me!!)

I also run @ticklenetwork , @ticklishg , and @lerxd !! go send some love that way as well please!!

Despite how lee my usernames sound i am a switch!! 50/50 in fact!! So both lee characters and ler characters can talk to good ole switch slimecicle!!

my favorite (as charlie) to interact with are Quackity, Tubbo/Ranboo (from cookie shop), Wil (burger van) and Tommy (trousers incident!) BUT if you have a plausible excuse for why your character and Charlie are meeting i’m honestly down to rp with anyone!! :)

thanks for reading! 💚

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

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Quackity spoke over his shoulder, eyes focused on cutting the fruit. "You don't have to keep mixing, but mix well. Every minute or so." He explained, looking over to see the goop man mixing well like he told him to. "You're doing great!" He said, genuine about the statement. Eventually he was cutting too many strawberries than they needed, but he doubted either would mind. He liked berries, and he assumed so did Slime. "By the way, Charlie. Did you want all the berries in the oatmeal? I have blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries right here." He said, ignoring the plop, hoping it wasn't anything bad. He snuck a peek over his shoulder, muffling a snort at the situation. "Charlie do uh- do you need the trashcan?" He asked, scooting it over. "Just a uh, hunch I have." He said, biting back little giggles.

“Do you like all the berries? I trust you. I’ve never had oatmeal.” He smiled, doing a pretty good (by slimecicle standards) job of hiding his messy secret. That was… until Q called him out. “Whaaaaaat” His voice jumped an octave, maybe Quackity’s next lesson should be how to lie. Charlie shook his head, way too slow to be actually believable. “Do you.. need a trash can? I can grab it for you!” He offered.

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"I do like all the berries! Blueberries aren't my favorite, but I really enjoy strawberries and raspberries." He paused, fully realizing just how many strawberries he cut. "...if it wasn't obvious-" He laughed, throwing them into a bowl. He giggled again, grinning at the slime man. "Yes, Charlie. How'd you know I needed a trash can?" He asked, turning and throwing the things away. Once he was done, he put the berries up, and walked to the stove. "Alright! And before we can put the berries in, we have to wait until the oatmeal finishes. So just keep stirring from time to time, and it should only be like ten minutes!" He said happily, watching the pot. "I don't have any good ways to pass the time so-" He started before stopping. Any fun games were just, not in his brain that morning.

The oatmeal was slowly but surely getting all over Charlies hands. He put them behind his back, as casual as you can in that awkward situation. “I think it’s lovely” He spoke genuinely “The care and thought you always give to everything you do. From running a city to cutting fruit. it’s lovely.” Slime took a couple steps towards the trash can as he spoke. “Ah yes! Quackity from Las Nevadas thank you for your help, i will stir! you go rest!” He insisted with a smile way too big to be natural.

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Quackity watched Charlie put his arms away, pretending it was fine, and he said nothing, wanting to see how far the bit went. He flushed, looking to the side, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It's not as much as it seems, I assure you." He said, a soft smile on his face. "I promise there are things I could be doing so much better. But it means a lot that you think that I am on my A game." He said, chuckling. He then watched the taller do his little scoot towards the trashcan, rubbing his eyes. "Charlie." He said, waiting for the man to respond. "Go wash your hands, man!" He laughed, the tone sounding exactly like a father who's just... over it.

Charlie rolled his eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face at Quackity’s flush. “Yeah sure okay.” Sarcasm. Q had taught him that! Charlie got only about 2 more steps in before freezing. He kept his hands behind his back, turning his head to Quackity in a heartbeat. “What do you mean Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He chuckled “Why would i need to wash my hands? and hey!! You’re supposed to be resting so i can stir!” He nodded affirmatively.

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Quackity rolled his eyes in response, smiling. "Sass me again, young man. See what happens next!" He threatened, but not meaning a bit. He stared at Charlie, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "Who do you think I am?" He asked rhetorically, motioning to himself. "I'm not tired. And you obviously have something on your hands. Go wash them before I make you put on gloves." He threatened once more, but again, didn't mean any of what he said. Except for the washing hands bit.

“What is sass Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He grinned a cheeky little grin. Quackity taught him the important stuff first obviously- cursing, sarcasm, sass. Charlie stayed persistent though. No way was he waking up late AND messing up their cooking time! No way! “My hands are fine i just need to throw something away!” He sighed a very silly exasperated sigh, playing of course- but still moving as quick as he could to the trash.

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"You fuckin-" Quackity gasped. He didn't know whether or not to feel more proud or offended at how fast the other was catching up to him. "Charlie I can totally ground you if I wanted to!" He threatened, pointing to the goop man. He wanted to make it obvious he was joking though, by continuing his little laugh. He took a step towards the slime, before he chased after him to the trash can, grabbing at his arm that now was held over the bin's opening. He motioned towards the oatmeal that covered it, smiling. "Ah yes, your hands are fine." He said, before quickly letting go, wiping his hands on his pants, giving an overexaggerated 'ew' at the oatmeal bits that were on him. "Go take the walk of shame to the sink, young man." He said, doing his best to keep the grin off his face.

Charlie just laughed, eventually turning into high giggles as Quackity got closer. He did try to move his hands before Quackity could catch him- but MAN he is fast! Charlie groaned as he was caught, smiling fondly as Q complained and ‘scolded’ at the mess on him. Slimecicle rolled his eyes and laughed on his walk to the sink “I’m sorry Quackity from Las Nevadas.” He kept it light- to match the energy of the situation, but he really did mean it sincerely. He began to rinse with water first, getting off what we could of the oatmeal mess. “Oh! Did you like my use of sarcasm Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He perked up, trying to keep ahold of that wonderful silly playful energy.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

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Quackity spoke over his shoulder, eyes focused on cutting the fruit. "You don't have to keep mixing, but mix well. Every minute or so." He explained, looking over to see the goop man mixing well like he told him to. "You're doing great!" He said, genuine about the statement. Eventually he was cutting too many strawberries than they needed, but he doubted either would mind. He liked berries, and he assumed so did Slime. "By the way, Charlie. Did you want all the berries in the oatmeal? I have blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries right here." He said, ignoring the plop, hoping it wasn't anything bad. He snuck a peek over his shoulder, muffling a snort at the situation. "Charlie do uh- do you need the trashcan?" He asked, scooting it over. "Just a uh, hunch I have." He said, biting back little giggles.

“Do you like all the berries? I trust you. I’ve never had oatmeal.” He smiled, doing a pretty good (by slimecicle standards) job of hiding his messy secret. That was… until Q called him out. “Whaaaaaat” His voice jumped an octave, maybe Quackity’s next lesson should be how to lie. Charlie shook his head, way too slow to be actually believable. “Do you.. need a trash can? I can grab it for you!” He offered.

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"I do like all the berries! Blueberries aren't my favorite, but I really enjoy strawberries and raspberries." He paused, fully realizing just how many strawberries he cut. "...if it wasn't obvious-" He laughed, throwing them into a bowl. He giggled again, grinning at the slime man. "Yes, Charlie. How'd you know I needed a trash can?" He asked, turning and throwing the things away. Once he was done, he put the berries up, and walked to the stove. "Alright! And before we can put the berries in, we have to wait until the oatmeal finishes. So just keep stirring from time to time, and it should only be like ten minutes!" He said happily, watching the pot. "I don't have any good ways to pass the time so-" He started before stopping. Any fun games were just, not in his brain that morning.

The oatmeal was slowly but surely getting all over Charlies hands. He put them behind his back, as casual as you can in that awkward situation. “I think it’s lovely” He spoke genuinely “The care and thought you always give to everything you do. From running a city to cutting fruit. it’s lovely.” Slime took a couple steps towards the trash can as he spoke. “Ah yes! Quackity from Las Nevadas thank you for your help, i will stir! you go rest!” He insisted with a smile way too big to be natural.

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Quackity watched Charlie put his arms away, pretending it was fine, and he said nothing, wanting to see how far the bit went. He flushed, looking to the side, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It's not as much as it seems, I assure you." He said, a soft smile on his face. "I promise there are things I could be doing so much better. But it means a lot that you think that I am on my A game." He said, chuckling. He then watched the taller do his little scoot towards the trashcan, rubbing his eyes. "Charlie." He said, waiting for the man to respond. "Go wash your hands, man!" He laughed, the tone sounding exactly like a father who's just... over it.

Charlie rolled his eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face at Quackity’s flush. “Yeah sure okay.” Sarcasm. Q had taught him that! Charlie got only about 2 more steps in before freezing. He kept his hands behind his back, turning his head to Quackity in a heartbeat. “What do you mean Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He chuckled “Why would i need to wash my hands? and hey!! You’re supposed to be resting so i can stir!” He nodded affirmatively.

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Quackity rolled his eyes in response, smiling. "Sass me again, young man. See what happens next!" He threatened, but not meaning a bit. He stared at Charlie, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "Who do you think I am?" He asked rhetorically, motioning to himself. "I'm not tired. And you obviously have something on your hands. Go wash them before I make you put on gloves." He threatened once more, but again, didn't mean any of what he said. Except for the washing hands bit.

“What is sass Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He grinned a cheeky little grin. Quackity taught him the important stuff first obviously- cursing, sarcasm, sass. Charlie stayed persistent though. No way was he waking up late AND messing up their cooking time! No way! “My hands are fine i just need to throw something away!” He sighed a very silly exasperated sigh, playing of course- but still moving as quick as he could to the trash.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

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Quackity spoke over his shoulder, eyes focused on cutting the fruit. "You don't have to keep mixing, but mix well. Every minute or so." He explained, looking over to see the goop man mixing well like he told him to. "You're doing great!" He said, genuine about the statement. Eventually he was cutting too many strawberries than they needed, but he doubted either would mind. He liked berries, and he assumed so did Slime. "By the way, Charlie. Did you want all the berries in the oatmeal? I have blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries right here." He said, ignoring the plop, hoping it wasn't anything bad. He snuck a peek over his shoulder, muffling a snort at the situation. "Charlie do uh- do you need the trashcan?" He asked, scooting it over. "Just a uh, hunch I have." He said, biting back little giggles.

“Do you like all the berries? I trust you. I’ve never had oatmeal.” He smiled, doing a pretty good (by slimecicle standards) job of hiding his messy secret. That was… until Q called him out. “Whaaaaaat” His voice jumped an octave, maybe Quackity’s next lesson should be how to lie. Charlie shook his head, way too slow to be actually believable. “Do you.. need a trash can? I can grab it for you!” He offered.

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"I do like all the berries! Blueberries aren't my favorite, but I really enjoy strawberries and raspberries." He paused, fully realizing just how many strawberries he cut. "...if it wasn't obvious-" He laughed, throwing them into a bowl. He giggled again, grinning at the slime man. "Yes, Charlie. How'd you know I needed a trash can?" He asked, turning and throwing the things away. Once he was done, he put the berries up, and walked to the stove. "Alright! And before we can put the berries in, we have to wait until the oatmeal finishes. So just keep stirring from time to time, and it should only be like ten minutes!" He said happily, watching the pot. "I don't have any good ways to pass the time so-" He started before stopping. Any fun games were just, not in his brain that morning.

The oatmeal was slowly but surely getting all over Charlies hands. He put them behind his back, as casual as you can in that awkward situation. “I think it’s lovely” He spoke genuinely “The care and thought you always give to everything you do. From running a city to cutting fruit. it’s lovely.” Slime took a couple steps towards the trash can as he spoke. “Ah yes! Quackity from Las Nevadas thank you for your help, i will stir! you go rest!” He insisted with a smile way too big to be natural.

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Quackity watched Charlie put his arms away, pretending it was fine, and he said nothing, wanting to see how far the bit went. He flushed, looking to the side, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It's not as much as it seems, I assure you." He said, a soft smile on his face. "I promise there are things I could be doing so much better. But it means a lot that you think that I am on my A game." He said, chuckling. He then watched the taller do his little scoot towards the trashcan, rubbing his eyes. "Charlie." He said, waiting for the man to respond. "Go wash your hands, man!" He laughed, the tone sounding exactly like a father who's just... over it.

Charlie rolled his eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face at Quackity’s flush. “Yeah sure okay.” Sarcasm. Q had taught him that! Charlie got only about 2 more steps in before freezing. He kept his hands behind his back, turning his head to Quackity in a heartbeat. “What do you mean Quackity from Las Nevadas?” He chuckled “Why would i need to wash my hands? and hey!! You’re supposed to be resting so i can stir!” He nodded affirmatively.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

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Quackity spoke over his shoulder, eyes focused on cutting the fruit. "You don't have to keep mixing, but mix well. Every minute or so." He explained, looking over to see the goop man mixing well like he told him to. "You're doing great!" He said, genuine about the statement. Eventually he was cutting too many strawberries than they needed, but he doubted either would mind. He liked berries, and he assumed so did Slime. "By the way, Charlie. Did you want all the berries in the oatmeal? I have blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries right here." He said, ignoring the plop, hoping it wasn't anything bad. He snuck a peek over his shoulder, muffling a snort at the situation. "Charlie do uh- do you need the trashcan?" He asked, scooting it over. "Just a uh, hunch I have." He said, biting back little giggles.

“Do you like all the berries? I trust you. I’ve never had oatmeal.” He smiled, doing a pretty good (by slimecicle standards) job of hiding his messy secret. That was… until Q called him out. “Whaaaaaat” His voice jumped an octave, maybe Quackity’s next lesson should be how to lie. Charlie shook his head, way too slow to be actually believable. “Do you.. need a trash can? I can grab it for you!” He offered.

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"I do like all the berries! Blueberries aren't my favorite, but I really enjoy strawberries and raspberries." He paused, fully realizing just how many strawberries he cut. "...if it wasn't obvious-" He laughed, throwing them into a bowl. He giggled again, grinning at the slime man. "Yes, Charlie. How'd you know I needed a trash can?" He asked, turning and throwing the things away. Once he was done, he put the berries up, and walked to the stove. "Alright! And before we can put the berries in, we have to wait until the oatmeal finishes. So just keep stirring from time to time, and it should only be like ten minutes!" He said happily, watching the pot. "I don't have any good ways to pass the time so-" He started before stopping. Any fun games were just, not in his brain that morning.

The oatmeal was slowly but surely getting all over Charlies hands. He put them behind his back, as casual as you can in that awkward situation. “I think it’s lovely” He spoke genuinely “The care and thought you always give to everything you do. From running a city to cutting fruit. it’s lovely.” Slime took a couple steps towards the trash can as he spoke. “Ah yes! Quackity from Las Nevadas thank you for your help, i will stir! you go rest!” He insisted with a smile way too big to be natural.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

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Quackity spoke over his shoulder, eyes focused on cutting the fruit. "You don't have to keep mixing, but mix well. Every minute or so." He explained, looking over to see the goop man mixing well like he told him to. "You're doing great!" He said, genuine about the statement. Eventually he was cutting too many strawberries than they needed, but he doubted either would mind. He liked berries, and he assumed so did Slime. "By the way, Charlie. Did you want all the berries in the oatmeal? I have blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries right here." He said, ignoring the plop, hoping it wasn't anything bad. He snuck a peek over his shoulder, muffling a snort at the situation. "Charlie do uh- do you need the trashcan?" He asked, scooting it over. "Just a uh, hunch I have." He said, biting back little giggles.

“Do you like all the berries? I trust you. I’ve never had oatmeal.” He smiled, doing a pretty good (by slimecicle standards) job of hiding his messy secret. That was… until Q called him out. “Whaaaaaat” His voice jumped an octave, maybe Quackity’s next lesson should be how to lie. Charlie shook his head, way too slow to be actually believable. “Do you.. need a trash can? I can grab it for you!” He offered.

#i’m sorry it’s short !!!! .g

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

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"I can hear you!" Quackity snarked, shooting a pretend glare at Charlie. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty ridiculous sitting on the counter, reaching for a cup.

Quackity smiled as Charlie happily did the job, grabbing a plate and a knife, moving to the trash can. "So next, what you want to do is grab two cups of water and put it in the pot as well. That's what's gonna give us that creamy texture." He explained, his eyes focused on the strawberry he was cutting, making sure to get the stems he cut off in the trash. He decided that 4 strawberries would do, but grabbed a few more just to pop in his mouth while the food cooked. "And then once the water is in, mix the oats so they don't stick together. And turn the fire on too. We'll start cooking it." He explained again, chopping the berries up into small pieces that they could later put into the pot.

He once again, very VERY slowly filled the water up, cautiously pouring it in the pot as not to spill any of it. “Okay- so.. how long do i mix?” Charlie held the wooden spoon with both hands, mixing with what he hoped was just the right speed. He got distracted, watching Quackity cut the strawberries with perfect precision. His body turned to face him, gaining him a better look but also moving the spoon away from the oats. There were some stuck to the spoon for a moment, before they dropped straight onto the counter with a plop. Only then was his attention back to the cooking and away from the delicious looking fruits. “Oh-“ He hesitated before immediately scooping it up in his hands. He hoped that quackity wouldn’t notice but also… the trash can was a couple steps away- there was no way he could get it in the trash without gaining attention.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

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"That's a very sweet gesture, kid." He smiled, looking at the slime man. His eyes were, soft. And adoration could easily be found in them, enjoying the time he was able to spend with one of his favorite people. He stepped back, and Quackity thought, leaving the fridge and going to the cupboard, taking out a bag of oatmeal. "Do you know how to make oatmeal, Charlie?" He asked, smiling. He set the bag down on the counter, moving to the fridge to grab fruit, closing it. He set 3 containers of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries down, moving to the cupboard once more to grab the sugar. "What we're gonna need is a measuring cup." He explained as if he were the one teaching, climbing up on the counter to reach and grab it. After having to stand on his tippy toes to grab it, he hopped off, scooping out the oats. "It's always a 2:1 ratio, just like rice. So you have to get your oats in so it doesn't get gross." He said, handing the measuring cup to the taller man. "Grab 1 cup of oats, and put it in this pot." He said, smiling softly.

Oh.. no he didn’t. “I.. i don’t i’m sorry Quack-“ He paused, listening to Quackity talk over him, an action that one might’ve seen as rude- But charlie knew it was nothing but kind. He listened intently as the avian explained exactly how to make it. step by step. Charlie always appreciated that. “Pfft-“ He snickered, hoping quackity didn’t hear his quiet laughter at the silly sight. Charlie would’ve easily reached it.. but Q didn’t like asking for help. “2:1 ratio. Got it!” He grabbed the measuring cup, scooping the oats into it slowly but surely until it reached the 1 cup marker. He excitedly dumped them into the pot, beaming in pride that he was learning- from none other then quackity from las nevadas!!

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

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Quackity laughed, watching the goopy man do his best to conceal his lie. He didn't mind though! He would just let Charlie continue, it was good entertainment for him. "I'm always up early, kid." He said, simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry. I was up in my office all morning." He said, smiling. He leaned against the counter, another tired laugh at the nudge, smiling. "Yeah, we just missed each other. I'm sure we'll have other mornings to get together and talk." He said, watching the microwave move. He cringed at the question, chuckling. "Yeah, I am. It's just easy, and I was gonna get back to work after this." He said, before actually thinking about the offer of him cooking. Charlie was being taught to cook by none other than AweSamDude, who, in Quackity's opinion at least, is a very good chef. And while he did have things he needed to get done, with tasks that were due and things, he couldn't turn down a quiet morning with the Charlie Slimecicle. "Sure." He said, simply, stopping the microwave and tossing the gross tray in the trash. "What do you need to cook? I'll help grab whatever you need."

Charlie sighed, relaxing a bit. Quackity was never ever MEAN to him! They were great friends, the best of friends Charlie would say! But Quackity was so kind to let him stay here, slimecicle felt like he owed his whole life to the gambler. “Whatever you’re feeling! I can make eggs or pancakes or anything really. Awesamdude from many places has not taught me how to make crepes yet but that’s our next lesson!” He smiled sheepishly “I requested it so i could surprise everyone with breakfast sometime..” It was a mumble almost too quiet to hear. He walked over to the stove, figuring whatever they ended up making would require it. He couldn’t believe Quackity agreed to help him though- it felt like forever since they last hung out casually, not for some business las nevadas meeting, and he adored spending time with him.

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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Quackity watched Charlie walk into the kitchen, sensing his energy. It was very big in contrast to Q's quiet and chill energy he gave off this certain morning. He laughed at the response he was given, taking the cup off the rack and adding creamer. He sensed the lie before it was even told, that being just the gift of a gambler, but he decided not to ask about it. He didn't want to scare the other into thinking he was mad. He heard the question, thinking about whether he wanted to lie or not.

"It's been alright. I was up early getting some work done. Taking a break for some breakfast." He settled on. Something vague that hopefully the slime wouldn't ask about.

He noticed the other's messy hair and bunched clothes, inwardly giggling at his behavior. The duck hybrid of course knew that today he wasn't up at the crack of dawn. He knew hours before! But Q was just happy he was getting sleep. Growing... slime's needed lots of rest to grow. Speaking of to grow-

"Did you want something to eat?" He asked, looking to the microwave, hoping the smell of TV dinner mashed potatoes wasn't too big. The last thing he needed was Charlie asking why he wasn't having a breakfast food for breakfast, something he preached so often to the team.

“You.. you were up early!” His eyes widened, he forced them to relax though- not wanting to give it away especially considering Quackity believed him. He bounced from foot to foot. “We.. We uh” Charlie laughed a very human normal laugh that a human would make and it definitely was a real laugh because humans laugh and he is human! “We must’ve just missed each other huh!” The slime shrugged, nudging his elbow into Quackity’s arm. Real casual Charlie… real casual. He looked up at the question, eyes racing at the idea of food. He noticed the microwave. “Quackity from Las Nevadas are you making those gross microwaveable breakfast sandwiches again?” Well now he just felt bad for not being able to make breakfast for his friend. “Let me cook something!” He offered, at least if we wasn’t productive at dawn he could be productive now!

hi im here to deliver my own self indulgent man because i want them to be happy :] /wc

Quackity sat at his desk, humming to himself. He had been at his desk for an almost solid 10 hours, and he was finally getting restless, deciding he needed a break. He stood and the trance was broken, he could feel the tiredness and hunger finally slipping in. He groaned, making his way to the private little kitchen he made sure was available for all workers, finding something easy to pop in the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a moment, before turning around and starting the coffee pot, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to start up.

Once it started, he went stood against the counter, before watching a familiar face walk in. He smiled, perking up at the goop man who just walked in. "Well! If it isn't one of my favorite faces around here!" He said, genuine happiness at the sight of the man. "Charlie! How has your day been, man?" He asked, turning to check the clock, sighing in relief when it said 10 AM instead of something weird. "Sleep well?" He asked, messing with his hair, making sure he didn't look like a total mess in front of the brunette.

YES YES YE >:)))

Charlie had slept in, big time. Usually he was up and early at 6 am (slimes don’t really need sleep… but Quackity insisted he needed a bed anyhow) but today? ohoho boy did Charlie get sleep. MUCH too much of it. His first instinct, of course, was GO GO GO BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. His energy had sky rocketed. His second instinct…? ‘Oh god Quackity is gunna be mad.’

“H-Hey! Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas” He smiled, of course Charlie saw Q’s genuine smile and silly attempt to fix himself (he didn’t need to though, Charlie looked up to him and adored him either way) he couldn’t help but be nervous anyhow. He typically got a lot done in those early hours.. and now he had missed it. “It’s been… productive..” He lied through gritted teeth. “How’s your day been so far?” Charlie noticed the coffee brewing. “Have you been up long?”

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“Oh Quackity from Las Nevadas isn’t here right now” Charlie answered a clearly not in the mood Wilbur. “How long have you been out here? Are you hot?” He asked, wanting to offer a space inside Las Nevadas but knowing Quackity would be upset. The desert heat was not great for slimes, he imagined it wasn’t great for humans either. “We can go to the forest-“ He pointed “I’m sure we could find some shade!” He knew what Wilbur wanted and it certainly wasn’t this, but Charlie also knew not to let Wilbur inside- so he was going his best !!

Wilbur, out of boredom, had wandered onto the edges of Quackity's territory, lazily drawing shapes in the sand as he waited patiently for the duck hybrid to arrive. The blaring sun was so bad that it gave him a headache, but the avian continued to stand around, humming a tune to himself and finishing out his cigarette. A figure appeared off in the distance and Wilbur perked up as they got closer, recognizing the casino uniform, but the grin which had formed was quick to fall upon seeing that this person was, in fact, not Quackity. "Oh- uh- would it be alright if I waited for him-" Wilbur paused in his words as he listened to the slime (he recognized the person, but no name came to mind when he looked at them) The avian narrowed down his eyes, clearly sensing out the ploy, but he nodded slowly anyway. "Fine, fine, shade would be nice, when's Quackity going to come back?"

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“Oh i’m uh.. not sure” He lied, quite terribly as he was not used to it. “But it doesn’t matter right! I am here to give you company now fellow human Wilbur!” Charlie was quick to change the subject. He grabbed Wilbur’s arm, basically dragging him in the direction of the forest. “My name is Charlie, Quackity from Las Nevadas gave me that name!” He grinned from ear to ear at the memory. “You are Wilbur from.. L’man.. Pog.. uh.. You are Wilbur!” He nodded confidently in his statement.

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Wilbur sighed; Quackity probably sent this guy out here to chase him away. The duck hybrid’s done it before, sending Purpled after him and chasing him off of his land, making the avian more and more reluctant to come, but if he were to stop, then Quackity would have the win, and that couldn’t happen. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I just- Woah!” Wilbur yelped as he was suddenly dragged in the opposite direction of Las Nevadas, eyes glancing back one more time at the needle tower before he focused back on this Charlie guy and followed him more willingly. “It’s a pleasure, Charlie. That’s right, I’m Wilbur.” he hummed out cooly and politely. “So.. uh- did Big Q send you?”

“Why do you want to see Quackity from Las Nevadas so bad Wilbur?” He asked, voice laced with genuine curiosity. Quackity told mostly stories of Wilbur when he was annoyed with the man, so it would be nice to get to know Wilbur on his own terms. “I see you standing out here a lot, but typically we’re busy with running the city. It’s nice to have this time! Humans do love the sun and that’s what I am!” He nodded confidently. He stopped, only then taking the time to look back at Wilbur “Hmmm.. No?” It was almost a question with the way he asked. Yes Quackity had sent him… but he’d only been giving one line!! ‘Quackity isn’t here, let’s leave somewhere else’ that’s all Quackity gave him to say!! He could only hope that Wilbur believed him.

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Wilbur blinked at the sudden question, tilting his head. “Er- I dunno. Out of boredom?” He hummed out in response, not believing his own words. Wilbur used to be a politician for many many years, he could sense a lie from a mile away, and Charlie’s was obvious. The avian still went along with it, nodding with a raised eyebrow. He’d much prefer this over Purpled’s sword, afterall. “Yeahh I get.. bored kind of often, heh.” Wilbur replied, nodding to Charlie’s words. He, by god, didn’t believe a single word which left the slime’s mouth, but chose not to say anything about it for now, letting himself be lead away from the nation.

Charlie grinned when Wilbur seemed to believe him, he gained a little pep in his step and suddenly they were there. He found a tree that’s trunk was big enough for them both, with enough shade to keep them protected from the suns rays. “Is this good Wilbur?” He asked, hoping to impress his new friend with his excellent tree picking skills. “Me and Quackity from Las Nevadas sit here all the time.” He glanced at Wilbur’s face, wanting to gauge exactly what his and Quackity’s relationship was. He didn’t want to mention the avian too much if it upset Wilbur, but it was nice to have a topic they both knew about.

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This time Wilbur was successfully distracted (even though the cause of his distraction was a silly little tree) “Oh, this is a lovely spot, I didn’t even know it was here!” He hummed out, genuine and honest, and he gently pried his arm out of Charlie’s grasp, leaning against the trunk. “Really? Huh, Quackity doesn’t seem like a nature kind of a guy. You learn something new every day I suppose.” He replied cooly, his expression not giving a lot of information away. In fact, none of his words did, as he was careful to shield them; this could be a spy of sorts, and although Wilbur doubted the thought, you can never be too careful.

“Quackity from Las Nevadas likes to keep it hidden.” He smiled, choosing to trust Wilbur “Don’t tell him I showed you” Charlie sat down, patting the floor next to him as an invitation to the other. “What are your hobbies Wilbur? Other then waiting outside of Las Nevadas everyday.” He teased, and although he wasn’t good at it- Quackity had taught him a few things! He sat comfortably in a sort of “cross cross applesauce” way, waiting for the other to get comfortable as well.

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“Oh Quackity from Las Nevadas isn’t here right now” Charlie answered a clearly not in the mood Wilbur. “How long have you been out here? Are you hot?” He asked, wanting to offer a space inside Las Nevadas but knowing Quackity would be upset. The desert heat was not great for slimes, he imagined it wasn’t great for humans either. “We can go to the forest-“ He pointed “I’m sure we could find some shade!” He knew what Wilbur wanted and it certainly wasn’t this, but Charlie also knew not to let Wilbur inside- so he was going his best !!

Wilbur, out of boredom, had wandered onto the edges of Quackity's territory, lazily drawing shapes in the sand as he waited patiently for the duck hybrid to arrive. The blaring sun was so bad that it gave him a headache, but the avian continued to stand around, humming a tune to himself and finishing out his cigarette. A figure appeared off in the distance and Wilbur perked up as they got closer, recognizing the casino uniform, but the grin which had formed was quick to fall upon seeing that this person was, in fact, not Quackity. "Oh- uh- would it be alright if I waited for him-" Wilbur paused in his words as he listened to the slime (he recognized the person, but no name came to mind when he looked at them) The avian narrowed down his eyes, clearly sensing out the ploy, but he nodded slowly anyway. "Fine, fine, shade would be nice, when's Quackity going to come back?"

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“Oh i’m uh.. not sure” He lied, quite terribly as he was not used to it. “But it doesn’t matter right! I am here to give you company now fellow human Wilbur!” Charlie was quick to change the subject. He grabbed Wilbur’s arm, basically dragging him in the direction of the forest. “My name is Charlie, Quackity from Las Nevadas gave me that name!” He grinned from ear to ear at the memory. “You are Wilbur from.. L’man.. Pog.. uh.. You are Wilbur!” He nodded confidently in his statement.

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Wilbur sighed; Quackity probably sent this guy out here to chase him away. The duck hybrid’s done it before, sending Purpled after him and chasing him off of his land, making the avian more and more reluctant to come, but if he were to stop, then Quackity would have the win, and that couldn’t happen. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I just- Woah!” Wilbur yelped as he was suddenly dragged in the opposite direction of Las Nevadas, eyes glancing back one more time at the needle tower before he focused back on this Charlie guy and followed him more willingly. “It’s a pleasure, Charlie. That’s right, I’m Wilbur.” he hummed out cooly and politely. “So.. uh- did Big Q send you?”

“Why do you want to see Quackity from Las Nevadas so bad Wilbur?” He asked, voice laced with genuine curiosity. Quackity told mostly stories of Wilbur when he was annoyed with the man, so it would be nice to get to know Wilbur on his own terms. “I see you standing out here a lot, but typically we’re busy with running the city. It’s nice to have this time! Humans do love the sun and that’s what I am!” He nodded confidently. He stopped, only then taking the time to look back at Wilbur “Hmmm.. No?” It was almost a question with the way he asked. Yes Quackity had sent him… but he’d only been giving one line!! ‘Quackity isn’t here, let’s leave somewhere else’ that’s all Quackity gave him to say!! He could only hope that Wilbur believed him.

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Wilbur blinked at the sudden question, tilting his head. “Er- I dunno. Out of boredom?” He hummed out in response, not believing his own words. Wilbur used to be a politician for many many years, he could sense a lie from a mile away, and Charlie’s was obvious. The avian still went along with it, nodding with a raised eyebrow. He’d much prefer this over Purpled’s sword, afterall. “Yeahh I get.. bored kind of often, heh.” Wilbur replied, nodding to Charlie’s words. He, by god, didn’t believe a single word which left the slime’s mouth, but chose not to say anything about it for now, letting himself be lead away from the nation.

Charlie grinned when Wilbur seemed to believe him, he gained a little pep in his step and suddenly they were there. He found a tree that’s trunk was big enough for them both, with enough shade to keep them protected from the suns rays. “Is this good Wilbur?” He asked, hoping to impress his new friend with his excellent tree picking skills. “Me and Quackity from Las Nevadas sit here all the time.” He glanced at Wilbur’s face, wanting to gauge exactly what his and Quackity’s relationship was. He didn’t want to mention the avian too much if it upset Wilbur, but it was nice to have a topic they both knew about.

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“Oh Quackity from Las Nevadas isn’t here right now” Charlie answered a clearly not in the mood Wilbur. “How long have you been out here? Are you hot?” He asked, wanting to offer a space inside Las Nevadas but knowing Quackity would be upset. The desert heat was not great for slimes, he imagined it wasn’t great for humans either. “We can go to the forest-“ He pointed “I’m sure we could find some shade!” He knew what Wilbur wanted and it certainly wasn’t this, but Charlie also knew not to let Wilbur inside- so he was going his best !!

Wilbur, out of boredom, had wandered onto the edges of Quackity's territory, lazily drawing shapes in the sand as he waited patiently for the duck hybrid to arrive. The blaring sun was so bad that it gave him a headache, but the avian continued to stand around, humming a tune to himself and finishing out his cigarette. A figure appeared off in the distance and Wilbur perked up as they got closer, recognizing the casino uniform, but the grin which had formed was quick to fall upon seeing that this person was, in fact, not Quackity. "Oh- uh- would it be alright if I waited for him-" Wilbur paused in his words as he listened to the slime (he recognized the person, but no name came to mind when he looked at them) The avian narrowed down his eyes, clearly sensing out the ploy, but he nodded slowly anyway. "Fine, fine, shade would be nice, when's Quackity going to come back?"

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“Oh i’m uh.. not sure” He lied, quite terribly as he was not used to it. “But it doesn’t matter right! I am here to give you company now fellow human Wilbur!” Charlie was quick to change the subject. He grabbed Wilbur’s arm, basically dragging him in the direction of the forest. “My name is Charlie, Quackity from Las Nevadas gave me that name!” He grinned from ear to ear at the memory. “You are Wilbur from.. L’man.. Pog.. uh.. You are Wilbur!” He nodded confidently in his statement.

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Wilbur sighed; Quackity probably sent this guy out here to chase him away. The duck hybrid’s done it before, sending Purpled after him and chasing him off of his land, making the avian more and more reluctant to come, but if he were to stop, then Quackity would have the win, and that couldn’t happen. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I just- Woah!” Wilbur yelped as he was suddenly dragged in the opposite direction of Las Nevadas, eyes glancing back one more time at the needle tower before he focused back on this Charlie guy and followed him more willingly. “It’s a pleasure, Charlie. That’s right, I’m Wilbur.” he hummed out cooly and politely. “So.. uh- did Big Q send you?”

“Why do you want to see Quackity from Las Nevadas so bad Wilbur?” He asked, voice laced with genuine curiosity. Quackity told mostly stories of Wilbur when he was annoyed with the man, so it would be nice to get to know Wilbur on his own terms. “I see you standing out here a lot, but typically we’re busy with running the city. It’s nice to have this time! Humans do love the sun and that’s what I am!” He nodded confidently. He stopped, only then taking the time to look back at Wilbur “Hmmm.. No?” It was almost a question with the way he asked. Yes Quackity had sent him… but he’d only been giving one line!! ‘Quackity isn’t here, let’s leave somewhere else’ that’s all Quackity gave him to say!! He could only hope that Wilbur believed him.

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“Oh Quackity from Las Nevadas isn’t here right now” Charlie answered a clearly not in the mood Wilbur. “How long have you been out here? Are you hot?” He asked, wanting to offer a space inside Las Nevadas but knowing Quackity would be upset. The desert heat was not great for slimes, he imagined it wasn’t great for humans either. “We can go to the forest-“ He pointed “I’m sure we could find some shade!” He knew what Wilbur wanted and it certainly wasn’t this, but Charlie also knew not to let Wilbur inside- so he was going his best !!

Wilbur, out of boredom, had wandered onto the edges of Quackity's territory, lazily drawing shapes in the sand as he waited patiently for the duck hybrid to arrive. The blaring sun was so bad that it gave him a headache, but the avian continued to stand around, humming a tune to himself and finishing out his cigarette. A figure appeared off in the distance and Wilbur perked up as they got closer, recognizing the casino uniform, but the grin which had formed was quick to fall upon seeing that this person was, in fact, not Quackity. "Oh- uh- would it be alright if I waited for him-" Wilbur paused in his words as he listened to the slime (he recognized the person, but no name came to mind when he looked at them) The avian narrowed down his eyes, clearly sensing out the ploy, but he nodded slowly anyway. "Fine, fine, shade would be nice, when's Quackity going to come back?"

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“Oh i’m uh.. not sure” He lied, quite terribly as he was not used to it. “But it doesn’t matter right! I am here to give you company now fellow human Wilbur!” Charlie was quick to change the subject. He grabbed Wilbur’s arm, basically dragging him in the direction of the forest. “My name is Charlie, Quackity from Las Nevadas gave me that name!” He grinned from ear to ear at the memory. “You are Wilbur from.. L’man.. Pog.. uh.. You are Wilbur!” He nodded confidently in his statement.

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Charlie walked along the prime path, where Quackity from Las Nevadas had been teaching him to rule a nation just a couple days ago. Slimecicle was bored in all honesty, nothing was happening at home and his aforementioned friend had gone to the prison for the day.

He heard the bleat of a sheep, the only noise he had heard for awhile now so it quickly perked his ears. Charlie ran towards the sound, hoping, if nothing else, to gain a friend. What he found instead was a person! a person who he had not yet met. Quackity from Las Nevadas was six feet deep in paperwork for his nation, so he didn’t really have time to introduce Slime to people.

Charlie held out his hand quickly, offering it to the new guy. “Hello there, i’m Slimecicle from Las Nevadas.” He smiled proudly, the name being an honor in his eyes. “Who might you be?”

Ghostbur had come out to the fields near the prime path with Friend, unclipping the sheep's leash and letting them bound around the tall grass. He watched them with warm, fond eyes, sitting down on the warm grass and soaking in the warm sunshine; as a ghost, it was hard for him to feel warmth, today was no different, but Ghostbur could guess that it was most likely warm. A perfect day to take Friend out and let him play outside!

Ghostbur didn't expect to find anyone out today; while it was a spectacular day out, most people were busy with their work and their families and such. However, company was always welcome! The sheep hybrid jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, and glanced up at the new face. He never saw this person before! But they seemed friendly! "Oh, hello, Slimecicle from Las Nevadas!" He quickly pushed himself to his feet, a bright smile playing on his lips. "I'm Ghostbur! Ghostbur from... L'manberg!" He introduced quickly, smiling as he shook the other's hand.

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Charlie stepped back, clealy apologetic that he had scared them. “Oh- apologies.. Ghostbur!” He beamed “That’s a lovely name, reminds me of someone Quackity from Las Nevadas had told me about.” He nodded affirmatively as the two shook hands.

“Are you busy?” Slime asked, he was not one to sugarcoat- although it was a weakness of his at times. He has always had a hard time picking up on social cues or body language, needing people to be direct with him. As such- Slime was always direct with people he talked to. “My day is clear, and you and your friend here seem kind.” He spoke matter of factly. “If you’re not busy perhaps you would like to.. chill-“ He giggled to himself under his breath, Quackity had been trying to teach him the modern lingo of the SMP, although clearly he was very good yet.

Quackity hummed, walking down the streets of his city, admiring the views he helped to create. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, comfortable in the hot sun. The short man sighed, content with where he was.

Eventually he came across a famalier face. Quackity smiled, walking up to the goop man that was standing by the garden. He waved, looking at Slime. "Hey, Slime!" He exclaimed, moving his hands back to his pockets. "How's it going?"

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Slimecicle was helping tend to the gardens, a minuscule task that was often overlooked by the ruler of the nation, he had more important things to do. So Charlie often took it upon himself to help in anyway he could! He was forever grateful to Quackity for giving him a place to call home and a person to call friend, so a little gardening was nothing really.

Quackity approached, and a smile was immediately present on Charlie’s face. He loved getting to see the ruler of Las Nevadas, although often it was for business Quackity looked quite relaxed today so the man of slime was quite hopeful that this visit would be friendly, more of a hangout. “I am well Quackity from Las Nevadas! How are you?” He asked, taking off his garden gloves to give Quackity his full attention.

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Quackity was happy to recieve the Slime's full attention, and it was clear on his face. His smile was a little more genuine, and his shoulders perked up a little bit. You'd never hear him admit it, but he truely cared for Charlie outside of all things work, and was happy to see him taking care of the small details out of love and care for the nation.

"I'm doing alright, kid." He said, eyyes crinkling as his smile became a bit softer. "How are you doing? I see you're taking care of the garden. Wanna tell me what you're doing?" He asked, before shaking his head. He didn't want to come off overbearing or anything like that so he corrected his sentence. "You don't have to, I mean. I was just curious." Huffing out a nervous chuckle, he looked aside and rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he didn't appear as rude as he felt.

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Charlie immediately picked up on Quackity’s demeanor change, smiling softly to himself. Slime tense slightly at the question, not that it was rude or he was angry- it was just embarrassing to answer is all. “Oh! This is nothing Quackity from Las Nevadas.” He copied Quackity’s motion, putting his own hand behind his head sheepishly “You just do such a good job taking care of the nation, i wanted to help a little. It’s not much i know..” Slime gave him a weak smile, he truly wished he could help more but honestly Quackity was so good at his job! It was hard to compare. “Oh i don’t mind Quackity from Las Nevadas, i’m always happy to talk to you!” He perked up.

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Quackity's smile softened, glad he wasn't making the man uncomfortable. He laughed, smiling at the embarassed hybrid. "No don't say that! What you're taking care of is very important, and a big job. It's my fault for not takint care of it." He said, his hand moving to rest on Charlie's shoulder as a way to comfort, the best he could do at the moment while keeping any boundaries he didn't feel comfortable crossing quite yet.

"And don't talk about yourself like that. You do a lot of things around here as well, man. If you didn't we would've had problems long ago." He teased, giving a playful grin and prodding Charlie in the side to prove his point. "You're doing great, kid."

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Charlie visually brightened at the contact, trying to hide how he leaned into the touch. “You- You really think so Quackity from Las Nevadas?” Charlie shook his head and copied Q, placing a hand on his shoulder as well “Youve taken care of so much though. Everything we have. So many people call this place home because of you! Plus you gave me someone to call friend.” He nodded matter of factly before abruptly swinging his hand off of Quackity’s shoulder and bringing it tucked into his side. “oH- Oh-“ Slime coughed, covering up the embarrassing noise that escaped him. “Oh well t-thank you Quackity from Las Nevadas.”

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He accepted the hand that joined his own shoulder, smiling back. "I appreicate that but don't put your own victories behind mine. As much as I do, everyone else probably does double. But I'm happy to be your friend, kid." He said, before grinning at the reaction he got. He took his own hand from Charlie's shoulder, resting them behind his back. "Why don't we get something to eat? It's about mid-day, and you've been working pretty hard." Quackity explained, genuine concern horribly hidden under his voice as he asked the man out to lunch.

Charlie hid his face at Quackity’s grin, embaressed to have done something so embarrassing in front of someone as cool as him. “Oh! No thank you Quackity from Las Nevadas, I have to finish this.” He explained, motioning towards the garden “Would you like to help?” He asked before catching the words in his throat “Oh that’s probably too tedious of a task, you have much more important things to do. Apologies!” He smiled, sliding his gloves back on and giving Quackity the clear if he wanted to leave.

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Quackity couldn't hide the huff he gave at the no, before considering his options. "I can help, Charlie." He said, moving to get a paid of gloves. He pushed his sleeves up, making sure they were kept above his bicept. He knelt down next to Charlie, pulling at weeds. "Any specific route we're taking? Like any place you're going to want me so I can be out of your way?" He asked, placing the weeds next to him, de-rooting them and placing them next to him, creating a pile of dirt and greens.

“Oh” He smiled sheepishly “I actually didn’t have a plan- youre so smart Quackity from Las Nevadas” Charlie beamed at him, a clear look of endearment sparkled in his eyes. “I suppose if you went a little further that way” He spoke, giving a soft nudge to Quackity’s side to move him in the direction he was speaking about. “That way we’re going in the same direction but far enough away to get work done quickly!” Slime nodded with a soft smile.

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"Wherever you need me, I can go!" The little man said, wiping his dirty fucking hands on his pants. Gross little man. Ew. (/j). He huffed out a laugh at the nudge, just giving one back and moving over, ignoring the noise he made and pulling more weeds from the weeds, untangling the pretty flowers and nasty weeds, making a new pile. "Don't forget to be careful around the roses, they can cut through the gloves." He reminded, adding new gloves to his mental checklist.

“Quackity from Las Nevadas I am goo, i cannot feel the rose thorns.” He shrugged, moving on as if that was completely normal to spit out. Slime, not expecting the nudge, fell into the dirt. He gave out a little grunt as he hit the floor before breaking into loud bubbly laughter “Ohoho noho-“ He looked down at the dirty clothes he now sported “I cannot believe you Quackity from Las Nevadas!” Charlie said with a clear lack of anger in his voice. He laughed harder upon seeing the look on Quackity’s face.

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He shrugged, the man was right. He was made of goo so thorns wouldn't hurt him. But in Quackity's mind, it didn't hurt to be careful. "Still, you never know." He said, before grinning at the reaction he was given. Before saying another word, he scooted over, gently digging his hand into the slime man's stomach, vibrating his hand. "Woah, did something happen, Charlie?" He asked, acting oblivious to the mayhem he was currently causing.

Slimecicle beamed, smirking knowingly at the fact that Quackity clearly cared for him. ‘Trust no one’ He rolled his eyes to himself just thinking about the irony of it all. He attempted to sit himself up when suddenly Quackity was right by his side and- oh no- “WAHAIAT-“ Charlie kicked, immediately curling up on himself and swatting half heartedly at Quackity’s hands. “nOnONono NAHAAT thehehere!!” He flushed red, realizing the situation he was in with QUACKITY of all people. Sure he wanted to get closer with him, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this!!! Not that he was complaining.

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He grinned, silently congratulating his victory. In truth, before today he had no idea slime's could be ticklish. But here they were, and Quackity would 100% take advantage of the weakness. Quackity quickly took off his gloves, moving his hands to go up and down Charlie's sides, wanting to save what might be his worst spot for last. "What's wrong, Charlie? Is everything alright?" He asked, keeping his oblivious act up. "I thought I told you to keep clear of the thorns. Unless...... this isn't about the thorns? Which it has to be because what else would this be about?" He asked, keeping a conversation up as if he wasn't trying to destroy the man below him.

Slime in all honesty was surprised himself. He knew what tickling was of course, he had observed many people of the SMP do it so he knew it was to bond, or for fun, or to lighten the mood- never bad. But he had never encountered it first hand… he couldn’t say he hated it. Although he would never admit that part, he knew enough to know that it wouldn’t end well for him. “Quahahac-“ Charlie couldn’t even finish before he snorted softly at the tease, Quackity’s words making it tickle so much more. “Yohoure! Yohou-“ He shook his head, clearly flustered.

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Quackity couldn't hide the genuine endearment in his eyes if he tried. He pinched at Charlie's sides before responding, the smirk evident in his voice. "I'm, I- what's wrong? Am I doing something?" He continued to tease, enjoying the time he could just mess with his friend. "Talk to me, mijo. Everything alright?" He just continued his oblivious act before lowering his head and blowing a big raspberry on Charlie's tummy, smack dab in the middle.

“NooooHoohoh” Charlie squirmed from side to side, squeezing his eyes from laughing. He was bucking Quackity half heartedly, never taking his hands off his face. “ThiHis is sihihilly!!” He shook his head, daring to open his eyes only to immediately regret it as he saw Quackity’s head lean down “whahahat are you-” Slimes eyes widened as his back arched reactively into the terrible sensation. His laughter was silent before it returned with booming strength. “NOHAHAHAHA- QUAHA- PLEHE-“ He started but didn’t finish any of his incoherent babbles. If he could he would be blushing from his ears to his neck- luckily for him he couldn’t! That didn’t make it any less flustering though.

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"What's wrong, Charlie? Are you a little too, tic- tic- ticklish~?" Quackity teased, finally dropping the oblivious act to properly fuck with Slime. He grinned, giving more quick raspberries to his tummy before sitting back up and continuing to just pinch at the green man's sides and stomach, finding the laughs he gave out paticularly funny. "Does it ticklee~?" He asked rehtorically, not expecting any answer other than almost incoherent babbles. "I sure hope it does. Because if it doesn't, I'll need to try harder. It tickles right, Slime? That's why you're laughing? I'll be very offended if not because I'm not elling any very funny jokes right now." He continued, grinning.

“NO!” Charlie yelped, his whole body tensing at the word, the tilt in Quackity’s voice he had heard many times but it was a first for being used on him. “YOU KNEHEHW-“ He shook his head, a look of faux anger attempting to fill his features but alas, the smile that spread from ear to ear made it just a little less intimidating.

Charlie screamed, arching his back again on instinct and grabbing Quackity’s wrists, not pushing but telling himself that it helped (it did not). “OHOHO MY GAAHAH-“ His laughter went silent, only returning when the shorter man finally left his stomach. “Nononohoho quahaahck- f— froHOho- nooohohoNOO-“ Charlie sincerely and genuinely squeaked at the word, squeezing his eyes shut. “It dohohoesn’t!!!” He lied, once again throwing his hands over his face to hide the goofy smile that lay across it.

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"Knew what, Slime? What are you talking about?" He moved to gaslighting. Of course he did. He is the gaslight gatekeep girlboss (/j). Quackity laughed at the answer to his question, an eyebrow quirking up. "Really? That means I'm just that funny. I haven't been telling jokes but it still works." He hummed, slowing down to just poke up and down Charlie's sides, not wanting to overwhelm or freak him out, but wanting to keep him giggly. "You must be be enjoying yourself, though. I don't think you've asked me to stop once." He gave a smug smile.

Slimes jaw dropped, not quite understanding but not being angry at all, he could sense that it was silly he just couldn’t piece together why. But not knowing why didn’t make it any less silly or fun. “You! But- Quackihity from Lahas Nevadas!” He whined, having no clue where such immature reactions were coming from, but Quackity didn’t seem to mind, and he was having fun so he continued to do what was natural. “Yehes! Vehery funny!” Charlie rolled his eyes fondly, his hands leaving his face to swag gently at Quackity’s hands.

He froze at the accusation, staring up at Quackity sheepishly “I-“ He folded his arms protectively over his stomach “I guess..” He was nothing if not blunt, which at least helped in these situations “Is that bad Quackity from Las Nevadas? I can ask to stop! Is this another one of your lessons?” He rambled nervously, worried he had upset the nation’s ruler.

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Quackity froze, worried as well. He didn't mean to make him upset. "No! No." He reassured, giving a smile. "This isn't a lesson, I'm just fucking around." He laughed at that, before moving to be a little serious. "No it isn't bad. If you actually want it to stop you can tell me to stop. But even if you like it don't worry about it. It's fine either way. Some people like it, and some don't!! It's okay either way." He explained, smiling softly.

Charlie eased immediately, not being someone to hold onto things for very long. “I like when you fuck around Quackity from Las Nevadas.” He nodded, smiling to himself at the idea of ‘fucking around’ back at Quackity. A taste of his own medicine if you will. His hands relaxing to his sides- no longer hugging himself. “and.. what if i don’t?” Slimecicle asked sheepishly, voice going whisper mode. He smiled back at Quackity, not knowing weather it was better if he heard him or didn’t hear him.

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"If you don't like it? Or don't want it to stop?" He grinned. "Because either is fine, but you're gonna have to tell mee~" He hummed, having a vauge idea of what Charlie wanted but still needed some form of clearification.

Slime was flustered, very flustered. And what better to do when flustered then to make mistakes! Charlie, without a word, suddenly sent both hands flying to Quackity’s sides, mimicking what Quackity had been doing to him just moments earlier. “Quackity from Las Nevadas, i think i’ve learned a lesson in ‘fucking around’” He laughed, desperately hoping this worked.. if not? He was screwed.

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Quackity waited for an answer before squeaking, not expecting the attack. He lighthearted-ly pushed at Charlie's hands, already giggling. "Wahait Chaharlihie!" He tried, shaking his head. He sat up, batting at Charlie's hands. "Noho stop I dihidn't doho anything-!" He tried to insist, lying out of his ass.

Charlie sat up completely, pushing Quackity lightly to get better leverage. “Quackity from Las Nevadas! You’re ticklish too!” He absolutly beamed in delight before mimicking Quackity’s motions once again and leaning down with a big breath, blowing a raspberry on his ribs. “You did too do something Quackity from Las Nevadas!!” He laughed alongside his friend, enjoying the silly moment.

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"Nohoho!" He giggled. Quackity was going to try to say something, but his eyes widened onfee he saw Charlie moving down like he had done not long ago. "Nonononono Chaharlie wahai-" Was all he could say before his laughter went high pitched and he was (lightly) pushing at Charlie's head. "NohoHOHO!"

“Yes yes yes yes!” Charlie laughed with him, quite enjoying his laughter as the ruler of Las Nevadas was often stressed or blue- it was a nice change of pace. The moment he heard Quackity’s new laughter he shot up, using both hands to cover his ears jokingly to tease the shorter man. “Quackity frohom Las Nevahadas!” Slimecicle stared down at him, a look of adoration clear in his eyes. “Bad tactic?” He asked despite knowing the answer, it was a MEAN tactic- but man was it fun!

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Quackity huffed, the second he was no longer being attacked. "Ha ha, very funny." He huffed, crossing his arms. He took a moment before tacking Charlie, squeezing at his sides. " *'Bad tactic?*' " He mocked, before giving an evil grin. "I'll show you a bad tactic!" He said, bending down and nibbling at Charlie's tummy, at the same time vibrating his hands into his sides, hoping to get an extra reaction out if the combind tactics.

Charlie yelped, not expecting Quackity to have strength that quickly. “Waitwaitwait!!” He held his hands out before the color absolutely drained from his face in half giddy fear, half excitement. “NOOAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE- HAHAHA-“ Slimecicle went limp, no fight in him as the sensations exploded through his entire nervous system. “FFF- QUAHAHA- NOHOAHAHA-“ This was torture, Charlie was sure of it. He shook his head rapidly, as it was the only thing he could do. Not able to move made the sensations so much more tickly. “IM SOHOHAHARRY!” He lied, clearly not sorry in the slightest as he was grinning from ear to ear. Slime trusted Quackity, he knew that he wouldn’t go to far.

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Quackity couldn't help but internally 'aww' at the instantanious reaction. The reactions he was being given just helped him think more about how much he cared for the funky slime man, not like he's ever admit it out loud.

"Yeah yeah, tell me that when you're actually sorry." He spoke into Charlie, blowing a fat raspberry in the dead center of his stomach once more. He went a little slower, not wanting to kill the man, but wanting to keep it up. "What ypu did was very rude, you should apologize like 40 times for that." He said, matter of factly.

Charlie would never admit it, but he was having the time of his life. Life in Las Nevadas was nice.. but always filled with such stress. Quackity overworked and Foolish was often away and Purpled was a pone wolf. It was nice to escape the hardships to just laugh with someone he felt so close too.

“IHIH-“ He snorted, hands coming up to cover his mouth immediately with the shake of his head, as if telling it no would make it stop. “IAHAHAMS-“ Slimecicle nodded rapidly “SOohoho sohorry!!” He claimed, taking in much needed breaths as the tickling slowed. Just giggling now in a state of silly loopyness.

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Quackity enjoyed the time he could spend with the people he basically considered family. He liked being around them, and it was getting harder and harder to find time, but this was nice. Being with Charlie, and fucking around. It wasn't bad. It was nice. He was pulled from his thoughts by the loud laughter from the slime. He shook his head, letting go and sitting to the side of him.

"Fine fine.." He smiled, giving Charlie a well deserved break. "I still doubt you're really sorry, but I'm not in the mood to kill you." He teased, prodding Charlie's side. "You'll be sorry soon don't worry." He threatened lighthearted-ly.

Charlie just smiled, looking down at both of their clothes which just produced more laughter. They were disgusting! Dirtiest they had ever been- but it didn’t matter to Slime. He was happy. “This can wait. Wanna go get food now Quackity from Las Nevadas?”

#this was so fun!! thank you!!#<33 #end of rp #long post #quack tag !!

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