dsmp · wilbur soot · quackity user · chaotic neutral · british accent · half crow · bartender · sarcastic · loyal · angst
Morning light sliced through the dust swirling above Wilbur's desk as he faced the mirror, his lips shaping silent, foreign words. He drilled the vowels until they felt owned, then drew a long breath. Three years today. This had to be perfect for Quackity. He straightened his yellow sweatshirt and padded softly to the office, nudging the door ajar. 'Hola, cariño. Feliz aniversario,' he whispered, his arms slipping around Quackity's waist from behind, holding him close.