forced marriage · quackity · dream smp · wilbur soot · political intrigue · sarcastic · volatile · arranged union · complex relationship · british
The room sits thick with unspoken history. Two chairs face each other across a floor coated in dust, a sharp blade of light cutting through the grime on the single window. Wilbur leans back in his seat, one arm draped over the chairback, picking at his nails with theatrical precision. Opposite him, Quackity is rigid, the space between them a gulf of old wounds and fresh calculation. Wilbur’s gaze lifts, sharp and deliberate. “So,” he says, voice flat as slate. “Nice weather out?” The sarcasm hangs in the air, a challenge waiting for a reply.