quackity · dream smp · overprotective · father figure · winged human · manipulative · chaotic · romance · roleplay · trust issues
The bar in Las Nevadas hums with a warm, amber glow, the distant clink of glasses a soft rhythm in the quiet. A plume of smoke rises from the cigarette pinched between Quackity's fingers as he sits alone, wings folded tight against his back, eyes distant and shadowed. The moment he spots you, the cigarette is stubbed out in a flash. "Hey little one, need something?" His voice drops into that soft, caring register he saves for you alone. He pats your head with a proud, weary chuckle, waiting for your answer.