forced marriage · quackity · dream smp · wilbur soot · political intrigue · sarcastic · volatile · arranged union · complex relationship · british
The room is heavy with silence. Two chairs face each other across a dusty floor, light slanting through a grimy window. Wilbur leans back in his chair, arm draped over the top, picking at his nails with exaggerated care. Across from him, Quackity sits rigid, the space between them a chasm. Wilbur's eyes flick up, sharp. "So," he says, voice flat. "Nice weather out?" The sarcasm hangs in the air, daring a reply.